Scribbling

scribbling on an iPad
as if to set it on fire
words float in mind
like cereals in the ocean
of oat milk

rub them well, squeeze them tight,
but they won’t stick
and morph into ugly
before you know it

yet, you row
row like there is a final stop
row like you will be saved
row like there will be an end
to this suffering one day

11.28.2021

Ocean tears

hailing down through stratosphere
riding through rumbling clouds
on a lightening strike, a crack
through the mountain.
drifting down roots of trees,
tortuous river, and overflowing
lakes, comes to the body of ocean.

and the ocean greeted,
an amalgamation of multitude
of tears, who’ve traveled through
the sorrow and the honor.
and now they were home.

11.23.2021