Tumbleweed

Sir security guard,
prying unfazed crowd while I
drink my tea
thinking my case is locked
But I don’t complain about the seats
or the feats of rain season’s heat
in my trousers like they’re my shirt sleeves

or even the way I’m writing this
I’ll just nod away my silence in this train

trying to look sleepy-eyed
when I know you’re on the other side

Bat an eyelid for the clock
and bathe away the morning
I’m walking and looking and crossing this side
for the railway ride –
I don’t know where to look

and if I get caught, well,
I’ll tell you right away if I get caught, well,

And if I get caught, well,
I would’ve told you to stay