Exalted Senses Of The Mad

Those who are in a hurry are out there

They wait for traffic light to turn green

So they could cross, stopping other harriers

Originally stopped by the red light

Not him, for he's found a new religion

It is called slow living

Such that he must use his senses

And cross the other side without waiting for that green light.


Patrick Nwadike is a member, Writers Cave, Tokyo.