Everything has two sides, a coin, water, even sand can be wet or dry
Odd verses Even, eleven players on a football pitch with arch rivals.
A ball, though round, can either be kicked or thrown.
Hands, Legs, walking and running; two sides to everything
just like lights and shadows
I’m a two sided coin
when tossed I’m on the path of a Ghandi, walking barefoot
and pouring water on desert plants
carrying children on my bent back and
dropping to my knees by the moving of the sun…
and then
I’m tossed again!
This time the coin lands on a tail
My eyes well up and my tongue flows wet with strong harsh gushing words that cut through feeble hearts.
I move quick, slow,
jump and crawl,
pouncing on the unclothed and still water flowers but this time only virgins owned by a gardener
who is away from his home.
The coin drops but no! I don’t stop. I’m lost on one side; the side that comes once the sun gone
From a white robe into black leather,
from bare feet to running shoes;
I’m running fast because I’m lost on this one side
The coin falls yet again, this time on its second face and in a flash, the tail is gone!
I see the little piece of metal shining with its head facing the sky
I stop and look; can I see what the coins sees as it stares into the heaven?
I take off the running shoes and step off the fast lane
I pour water on my sore bare feet and kneel with the changing sun
The white robed Ghandi once again; turning after the tossing of
a simple two sided coin
