take a bite
out of the world
betwixt your fingers
taste the ordinary
that bleeds
whenever your lips
remove the infinite
space bounded by
a breath
take a bite
out of the world
that unfolds
every time you smile
at the face of a wildflower
in the summer breeze
that touches your skin
and twists and twirls around
your white dress
take a bite
out of the world
that rests between your fingertips
that disappears when you breathe
that turns to dust
as you close your eyes
take a bite
out of the world
with your eyes that shine
like a thousand stars
shattered across your face
with a taste of saffron
and the smell of cardamom
take a bite
out of the world
and see it crumble
as you devour your creation
and feast on its lifeless ideas
that congeal into formless nightmares
but smile as the infinity between
your lips
inspire anew a phoenix
that might rise
Postscriptum, or Take a Bite out of This Samoosa
It is funny, in South Africa, we say samOOsa and not samosa. In fact, when we say the word we stretch out the double oo, it sounds like samoooosa. These smallish triangles are packed with flavor and have been my lunch for many years as I can buy some amazing ones close to where I work. My girlfriend and I wanted to explore the Bo-Kaap a bit and we bought some of the best samoosas in the country for sure. We walked between the colorful houses and 
But alas, these flavorful triangles symbolized the world for me. Not in some metaphysical crazy sense, but more in the sense of their everydayness. I recently read the words of William Blake in the poem Auguries of Innocence and it inspired me to write this poem. How wonderful that we can carry the world and all its infinities in the palms of our hands? That is basically this samoosa for me. We carry our world in our hands or we pinch it between our fingertips.
Yet, it can completely disappear when we close our eyes. Again, not to sound like the old philosophers, think Berkeley and his weird metaphysical speculations, but if we close our eyes our world ceases to exist. It crumbles away and disappears. But it quickly comes back when we open our eyes and again pinch it between our fingers like the samoosa we eat or the wildflower we pick up and smell. And this is where the infinity of life shines so beautifully: when we "enlarge" our life by experiencing everydayness as something immensely magnificent and filled with a myriad of potential.
But in any case, I hope that you like this poem. It is itself something every day, something common and nothing special in itself. It is merely a reflection, a brief reflective look at our chaotic and crazy world. I hope it can make you reflect on your everydayness in this way as well. For now, happy reading and stay safe!
All of the photographs are my own, taken with my iPhone. The writings and poem are also my own, albeit inspired by the magnificent insignificance of our infinite lives.