come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I ran until the time morphed the space.
the familiarity of the past,
the mystery of the future,
blended into a globular furniture.
the pouring of memory does not stop.
will ricocheting droplets of the raindrop
recall its home enshrined in mists
thousands of kilometers above in space?
12.3.2020
carrying a coal on my back,
I swam across a bank of oil
perhaps I paddled too blindly
perhaps I swam too blithely
In the darkest corner of the night
awoke a flame as if out of spite
scarred all-over,
but no matter,
for the ride on wave
is yet to end
12.2.2020
I threw a pebble into the ocean.
it reverberated back to my feet.
I threw a couple more into the water.
it frizzled and wrinkled into a fleet.
I kept the pebbles in my fist.
the ocean spoke in waves.
I opened my fist and let the pebbles drop and roll.
They rolled and rolled until they’ve become drops of sands.
12.1.2020
Ralph with Coffee 