I was high on life

 

I moved through steel walls of space and time,

through alien landscapes and great desert walls.

I cried at the beauty in the wheelchair, and her friend.

I just wanted to be by myself.

 

In the centre of pavement monotony,

I saw the little ninos being fed yoghurts

by doting parents.

 

I saw intelligence

I saw sadness

I bought a smile and sailed it away on a balloon.

 

I heard Islam telling a girl to wrap her face

with a Barcelona football scarf.

I heard him say her eyes were too sexy,

and that she had to wear goggles to cover them up.

 

I laughed in the modern art gallery

as the nasally American voice said

“Abstract impressionism”

and other nonsense projected out her mouth.

I laughed in joy and exaltation,

and felt light and airy and good.