I live for these moments of blissful respite
After a long week of labour,
A week well done, even exhausting
When my tie is loosened
And the world doesn’t have me by the throat
The shady downtown bar beckons
Stifling the rush and the stress—
A shared bottle, maybe a bowl of ramen,
Inconsequential dialogues and maybe some shared sighs.
I define life by these rare moments
A transitory oasis after days in the desert
And we live to do it over again—
Sisyphus always finds his rock.
David Phiri is a doctor at Musiso Hospital. He spends most of his free time reading books (fiction, fantasy, and philosophy), writing (flash fiction, prose, and poetry), and watching movies. He loves experimenting with different writing styles while trying to explore the human condition and some existential issues.