Patio

An old couple on a small patio,

cramped together with a small coffee table in between them,

in front of a wooden balcony door wide open,

as the world waltz onwards.

I wondered if either of them would have ventured

out onto the patio by themselves

had their partner not been there.

“Are you ready to dance?”

May be a question we ought to ask ourselves, I thought.

5.30.2025

Writing

Like drawings on the beach sand,

what looked right looks not right

as my eyes glaze over traces of my writing.

As if reaching out to the image of myself

reflected on a pond water,

only for the image to disintegrate reverberating water surface,

writing for the perfect image felt like a mirage.

Yet again, we hoist our belt and trudge on with our keyboard.

One day, it will be captured in our mind.

5.28.2025