Hammer

Hammer the blisteringly hot iron

even as the peaceful breeze passes by.

Weeping willows lackadaisically sweeping side to side will wonder

what may have gotten in to you.

Keep your head down,

eyes focused on the glowing crimson ore.

Listen to your pumping heart,

and know that you are alive,

beating against the stillness.

10.15.2025

Design

To prevent the rain drop on your hair follicles,

to keep your saliva from drooling down your lips,

to protect you from falling down to the floor,

I, we, have designed a net to catch you.

To be ready, to be alert, and to be strong enough to withstand the hardship,

we have readied for this moment.

We will be with you.

10.13.2025

Line

Why was I afraid to cross the line?

Like a cat grabbed by the neck,

maybe an instinct kicked in,

saving the kid I knew awhile ago

lying dormant in sweet dreams.

But now, all I see is merely a line I drew.

And as I learned to draw more lines,

better, with thoughts instilled in them,

I felt it easier to breath,

freer to roam about,

and more familiar of what used to be mine.

10.11.2025