Candor

When the gentle breeze in the dusk

Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,

I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch

Notebook and a pen in my hand.

I’d trudge through the dark night

Content in companions of stars and a moon

I’d silently walk the road alone again

Bracing for the unknown.

When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank

For being alive, of having seem the light

And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward

When the sun is up high and blazing

Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened

I’d throw a quick glance at back when

the sun starts to set over the horizon of

The ocean beach or clouds over mountains

Smile a smile just to smile.

4.4.2019

Vacation

I need a vacation.

Bitterness in the face of an old glory told
over and over again, renewed
promises of beginnings

I just need to go. Exploding out of this confined space, flaming

every idea with new places. But

an oath had been made under an
Oak tree, far, far long ago.

It’s the reason I must shut
open my eyes in this blizzard of
sharp truths, sameness, and thirst

in spite of

betrayals, disappointments, and accusations.

Remember me not. For I am but one of many struggling souls.

Remember me. For I will arise from this ash.

4.3.2019

Tightrope

There is a laughing clown dancing on a tightrope

There is a solemn knight walking on tightrope

There is a mournful beggar crying on a tightrope

There is a flaming lion roaring on a tightrope.

We are all on a tightrope.

Tightrope is endless.

We will fall from this rope some day.

Will you make a jump of faith?

3.31.2019

Chewing Gum

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at downtown DigInn

Just as time floats in a siesta,
Your life may pass by
Like a bubble gum gulped
Without chewing it once.

 

Chew it.
Grind it, throw it around, and stretch
As far as you dare to. You’ve got
One chance.

When the juice is out
And your jaw’s hurting much

Balloon a bubble so wide
You might even have seen it
In your dreams.

And then chew it again.

3.25.2019