we arrive
and wonder
at how the wheels
were never (but maybe always?)
set in this direction
i pulled the cord
wanted to stop and
take a look around
asked whether you might
take a stroll with me
here we are
in this place
exploring
laughing
discovering
not waiting for
a whistle to blow
telling us when to leave
nor a storm to chase us out
nor any sign at all
there are flowers
to be felt
stones to turn over
we’re on the way
already to wherever
we are going
in fact
we are already
there (here).
narinda heng 