My panic-stricken heart tells me, ‘run, run as fast as you can’
The arrant heart wants to run, beating hard against the chest, notwithstanding the turbid atmosphere
Closing my eyes, I see floating moments flying by, the things that felt permanent for a moment. My apartment. My colleagues. My philosophy.
Opening my eyes, I find myself standing on a surfing board, coasting on a wave of a mob of people running towards the future.
For a moment, a gentle breeze of the autumn brushes by, acquiesced silence cooling my head.
Then slowly I sunk back into the fray, beating the road with my feat, launching towards tomorrow for another dream.
7.26.2021
Ralph with Coffee 