…teetered toward the theatre of my thoughts
and tsked and tutted at the turmoil that twisted there
it turned the tempest thrice on its toes
to untangle the tendrils of trouble that teemed thus
and tap the trip switch to turn it off.
Thankfully, t’was only a tiny tempest.
Untitled, Digital photograph, © N Nazir 2019
© N Nazir 2019