at one point, I realized I forgot my voice.
in repetitive schedules,
I only looked forward for to-do lists and chores.
As I look back, all there are check marks.
black became a color of choice
because of its efficiency for revealing truths
shirts and jeans have become my uniform.
food became way to sustain my life,
not a way of culture.
what is my voice?
in a daily routine where I don’t speak at all
unless I need to,
it slips my mind.
I am curious
where this search will lead me.
12.17.2022
Ralph with Coffee 