A Poem At The End Of Lim Chu Kang Road
Above seawater, strips of wooden planks
Splay together like best friends
Tanning on long rows of drum
In late afternoon Kranji sun.
Wobble, hobble, fear of trouble.
My footsteps, one after another,
Bring stiff shoulders
Closer to the edge of nature.
I am a witness trying to understand
Why this jetty doesn’t drift away from land
As distant boat passes my left hand,
Stirs boats hugging tyres that hug these planks.
Deep water smiles, like in therapy:
Won’t you jump in now to see?
Rubbish bags, discarded Tees,
The wonder of Man and the sea.
by STST
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