come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
stranded alone in a dark river,
the moon, pinned high above,
only solaces the ant’s waiting
and hopes for a new beginning.
the ant stretches its six legs
grasping onto ephemeral reflection
of the moon on dark river,
its every breath to save the moon.
standing alone in the dark river
I stare at the ant, whispering words
perhaps as a prayer of some sort.
10.27.2021
Yes.
A small yes was where it all started.
An ant compared to a glacier whale
May be a feeble dust in a wind,
But a yes cannot be changed.
It will haunt through thousands of hills,
Lurk in mindless blind spots,
Resounding heartbeats blares its horns
As dusts flares into a grand sand storm.
The ant has said yes.
9.19.2019
Ralph with Coffee 