“Where’s your umbrella?”You say smiling to me.It’s often like thatA question layered with assumptions.I want to tell youMany things.Like every umbrellaI have ever hadHas been torn apartBy wind and rainFor whichI can only faultMy weak grip.Or perhapsI shall explainThat when your incomeIs mere ODSPYou make choices.And I tend to chooseSimple pleasuresLike food and musicFilm, television,Continue reading “Poem: Of Umbrellas And Choices”