it was under the hot scorching summer sun
I rowed my kayak through the middle of river
wide as suburban shopping mall
although I couldn’t tell whether it flowed
I rowed and rowed, belching out youthful songs
river kept revealing more and more of itself
until I reached the mouth of a city
and dragged out my kayak into concrete
I remember the river that gave itself to me
4.28.2022
Tag: scene
Scene 9
it was the longest train ride I had in a decade
as I sat a bit awkwardly, with discomfort
into cushioned chair by the window
the train moved slowly, smoothly, like
butter on a hot pan, an ice-cream on asphalt
flying two hundred miles an hour
sceneries were a constant blur of images
unkempt green bushes, swamps, mountains
as if in a carrousel, the world spun so fast
I felt I finally found a refuge from it all
I remember the train and its otherworldly respite
4.26.2022
Scene 8
I walked through a dark empty silent road
as heavy snow fell from dark winter night sky
I remember the seething anger I bore
but not what I was angry for
too proud to make a scene, I walked in silence
hoping the road has long enough distance
to walk the talk in my head
listening to white snow crunching under the feet
4.25.2022
Scene 5
I was sitting in a large old library
High ceiling, large space with cubicles,
had windows viewing out into the riverside
I often walked down the stairs
to buy chewing candy from a shop below
It was not too long after I had quit smoking
I spent uncountable hours in the library
perhaps that’s where I fell into the rabbit hole
the desperate race that never seems to end
4.22.2022
Scene 4
I was at church in darkness in the middle of night
I held a cup of hot black coffee in my hand
staring into white circular stained glass
shining high above the cross
I wondered what I could say at this holy site
but only the solemn silence heard my plight
I remember the silence that meant more than most words.
4.21.2022
Scene 2
it was a two story apartment painted in white
the room was painted in purple
blue sky was wide open via tilted sun window
in the morning sunshine would glisten
in the afternoon sunset would glow golden
the floor was made of smooth old wood
the stairs would squeak on each step I took
there was an oak tree with many leaves
each leaf had a saying to it, I believe
all that remains is this memory
sounds like a lie
4.19.2022
Ralph with Coffee 