Newness

I patter along stained pavements.
Broken tiles, patched to match.
Beside windows that were never opened
and peeling walls in need of paint.
A lone sapling allowed to grow
on droplets of wasted waters.
Same shops. Similar names.
Same city dust that flew
from the desert, years ago.
It now sits brooding on the ledges.
Jumps on neighbouring walls,
for a daily dose of amusement.
The bin overflows like afterthought.
Urban cats hide under sparse leaf cover,
dreaming of cool shrubbery shade.
Same route each morning.
They just stand there staring.
I smile wryly and sulk.
A recurrent routine it is,
swathed in fragmented musings.
What’s different is each quest.
Why is it not you
who wants to see the change?
On this endless terrain of monotony,
every same day could reveal newness,
had our chases been the same…

~ to all those who spend their lives complaining about daily matters...
Let the chase be towards reinventing ourselves!