Grasp

in the wake of the white misty day in the woods,

there’s an eternally soft and chilling fog,

clouding your vision no further than a foot ahead of you.

let go of your fear; let your imagination run amok.

hold your heart steady, like holding a koala’s bottom.

you will come back alright. just keep holding them.

And open your eyes, see this wonder, rejoice!

7.7.2024

Loyal

clutching a grain of sand in my fist,

I held it in my heart.

ocean wave of sorrow swarmed

because I knew I had a far way to go to get there.

I want to give, to bring laughter, and satisfaction,

but it’s ocean distance away, far longer than the reach of my arms.

vengeful against disadvantage, I sense fire brewing in my eyes.

Get me there. I command my bare hands and feet.

Our only destiny is to succeed.

7.4.2024