Different Lives Poem by YURI DURAAN

My life is not your life
I am separate from you
an individual sunflower
rooted in my garden
the sun here shining on
me…
I am under my rainbow

I am watching you
on your soap box
having made the transition
from man to basilisk
playing your lone piano to
an empty hall…

there is no audience
no loud applause….
the listeners dispersed long ago
having become bored with
the supercilious performance
and the stale popcorn

My life is not your life
a sunflower and a basilisk
move in different circles