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
Ralph with Coffee 