A Reply To The Rhetorical

• Kitman Yeung, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

Do I dare
Disturb the universe
A grain on the midnight Cottesloe,
Millions and millions, there lies me.
A drop in the Indian sea,
Gallons and gallons of me.
The night sky twitches signals,
It Is I who does not know to receive.
The Voyager from space tells me
I am a pale blue dot from where he sees.
Why should I crawl like the shell-less snail
In thorns of roses,
If it is not for prickly pleasure that I desire,
Then why should I be in torture,
I cannot bang on the world like you,
So, let us whimper and wilt.