tropic of maybe

credit

it was late night or early in the day

when she said he wasn't making sense

he replied he does so by choice

he is a whimsical gypsy

traversing

between the tropic of yes

the equator of maybe

and the tropic no

feeling at ease

at all the dhabas*

both in the land

of vertical nods

and in the land

of sideways neck jerk

people share the trait

the yesses, nos and maybes

whirl in eclectic ecstasy

chasing peripheral tails

compounding confoundment

the multitudes though inhabit

the waste lands of wiggles

where yesses collides with nos

and the sea of uncertainty

pirouttes around the maybes

he said he does so by choice

whirling, am unsure

if he is right

but true to my self

am uncertain if she is right

dhabas*

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