Poetry from Tohm Bakelas

“social worker’s lament”

drunk chasing herons, 

i pause to reflect—old friends,

open roads, less thoughts 



“coldblooded prophets”

speeding home i pass a turtle 

holding the universe 

inside its shell 



“distracted by everything”

an egret glides overhead—

my watch is at home, 

i wish for autumn 



“they know no laws”

sparrows refuse adhering 

to red traffic signals 

they keep flying 



“gravity sucks”

black ivory wings 

beat through a cloudy blue sky— 

i am just a man