Living

Perhaps at the back of my mind,

I had slid one foot lingering in the back door

as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.

Like a reflex against my naïveté,

words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.

After a long darkness stopped by

(long to experience, short to remember)

I returned to speculate:

that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together

that leads the dance of this life

peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.

So, all of this is just to say

thank you for conversing with me that day

in the darkest time of that night

under the moonlight.

11.16.2025

Restless

A fire flickers on a flint of wood.

It is undeniably flammable,

yet so ephemeral and minute.

Let it become large, and it engulfs.

Let it dissipate, and no one will remember.

Let your eyes mesmerize in its glow,

and the time will slip by.

Stay awake. It may be painful,

but this is the only way.

9.26.2025