Murat's Office

They want me to

learn their language,

but where’s my motivation?

Gossip passes me by,

likewise politics

and much of the pandemic talk.

I see an eyebrow cocked,

a smile concealed,

a glance exchanged.

I hear a peal of laughter rich,

the softest of yieldings,

a line scraped in the sand.

I feel the joy of realisation,

a boiling down to essence,

to the purest denominator.

So, where’s my motivation?

Things make a lot more sense

when the words don’t get in the way.