Today, I started writing, and I noticed the Old Rhythm* had come back,
And where once I had expected great joy to escape
On seeing that my words no longer resembled sharp blades,
or blunt clubs,
All I felt was disappointment,
Because I knew what it really meant,
And I know what it means.
It means the walls have come tumbling down,
And the gilded bars from the old cage** I once spoke of,
Have been turned into pretty curlicues
On a beautifully decorated house;
And then I noticed that this house, housed
No façades, and a Human*** really did reside within it.
Still, it all made me frown,
For every beauty is fleeting,
And new structures eventually venture
So, until then new Old Rhythm,
I’ll watch you carefully,
With my upside-down frown.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Friday, April 24, 2015. 13.25 hours.