Pellucid drops cascaded down the weariness worn.
Good heads of lathered froth swept.
My anatomy scoured autonomously.
The breadbasket snarled with a tinge of wrath.

Strings of the fiddle, and
Keys on the piano,
Played high-strung chords that,
Weaved in, and weaved out.

Meandering was all to be done,
As the day elapsed was a trying one.
My orb espied a sheet of white glued.
Eyelids batted, I took a second coup d’oeil.

Crystalline prose read aloud:
To stumble upon nature untouched,
Lands unfound,
Countries unknown.
A sticky ticket lay bare.

The beating of great bells heard.
Perhaps it was time for Thomas to leave.
Into majestic citadels unguarded.
The Ottoman Empire stood.

With great aplomb,
The next scene cut.
A bijou residence described.

Streets half known,
I shall then roam,
To the reach of stairs,
Or the world of stars.

Was this all just my inner voice?

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: ‘A Plain Ticket’ describes the inner thoughts of an exhausted mate – to take a break and venture beyond.