wonderer

The existential questions do not end. 
I began asking when I was twelve
would I be the same, I asked mum, 

were my name different, 
had I liked things different.
It was summer on way to gran's;
my favourite shirt on: Sydney
because it fit perfect, was light

blue green embossed sea and sky.
And there was hibiscus blooming
the walkway to gran's; when I looked
up the sky was sea the clearest hue.

And I understood that
maybe it didn't matter at all.   




photo J.Yap