Pigs In The Air Flying Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Pigs in the air flying
Blue kites zigzagging
Moon that floats here and there
Moving
A miniscule meteor
A tree taller than the other tall trees
It stands among
Silhouetted still and majestic
In the dark
Horses that drive across the heavens without chariots
Wild and directionless
Going here and there
In danger of once getting higher
Hitting into a star
How far
How far.
A rabbit limps giant across the film disc of the
Heavens.
The hours tick-tock on a clock that strikes in the
Heavens suspended.
A sleepy Poet-Seer stranded on a rock yet content
At having witnessed the dusk
And now the night.
Moon that floats here and there
Moving
A miniscule meteor
A tree taller than the other tall trees
It stands among
Silhouetted still and majestic
In the dark
A scientist with dark patches round his eyes
A discovery from proportion made this night
This night that walks into the streets
Amidst the cold and frost and storm
In and beyond old Valletta.