Black crow

the black crow, fear, has arrived again.
hawking large black wings arrive one by one.
like shadow it is silent when it arrives.
even air feels colder. or have I imagined it?

familiar, though, it is.
a lonely path one must take to the world,
I wonder what will be at the end of this tunnel
may it be hope.
may it be hope.

7.25.2022

Dreams

when you decide to fly,
what you notice first is
darkness underneath your feet

telling you “I’ve been there, it’s all gonna work out”
isn’t going to sound much help
ease that brewing cold anxiety

but look into my eyes:
I show you that I lived through my fair share
what yours will be, let it be the world to show you

brother, dream.
dream big.
big enough to rule this fear.
I believe in you.

7.24.2022

Unchangeable

scenery before my eyes
blossoms into different shapes
heights, color, and, yes, scents.
with just a flick of a finger
with a grave weight.

Mind you, the weight of this act.
Let alone the sceneries,
mountains, oceans, and people,
thousands of millions of people
were passed by in a blink of an eye.

Yet remember;
remember regardless of this change.
the soft, unbreakable part of you
that you left behind.

also, remember your vow you made
in a blissful, youthful ignorance
to achieve what you’ve promised.
those bold promises you made
don’t let it go awashed into shade.

and lastly,
remember the love.
remember to love.

7.21.2022

Price

when I run into a mishap
I wonder what bad thing I had done in the past.
when a hair follicle falls from my head,
when a ball of ice-cream falls from my cone,
or when I was supposed to be on a Zoom meeting an hour ago,
I dig into my memory bag,
looking for a piece of memory
where I had to apologize.
then it feels rather fair;
the world we live in.

7.3.2022