"Hey," you say, "What's up?"
Huh? What's up?
Is it just my head or the thoughts inside
that are floating in the air?
Or do you ask about the sky that's up?
Which looks eternal blue now
As if a roof I cannot reach.
Is it the calming blue
Or the blue that reflects
the sadness of those below?
Sometimes it has visitors-
Cottony lands children see.
In fact, they carry so much cold, you know
the rain, the hail and the snow,
I'd like to think they carry a bit warmth in them too
As a hundred dreams and wishes unsaid
or silly letters to tooth fairies.
But clouds are just condensed water, they say (hmph!)
Or is it the air that's up and around?
Or the lone sun that burns?
Is it its will to nurture that it shines
Or its anger as it envies
the moon, laughing with the stars?
Is it heaven that's up?
But Christopher* argues it doesn't exist
Still I'd like to believe it's true
That somewhere wishes are realised
and there surely are happily ever afters.
Is it the birds that are up
Or the aeroplanes that mimic them
Flying to their hearts' content?
Oh! I see kites above my head
Which colour the sky
in freedom and joy.
I see the rainbows after rain
A promise of hope.
"Wait, what did you ask again? "
"I asked what's up? How do you do? "
"That, well I don't know
You see, I am still figuring out.
Won't settle with just, 'I'm doing well'
No. Not this time."
Zaynab
8 October 2020
*Christopher is the protagonist of the book, 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' by Mark Haddon.
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