sea – Ralph with Coffee

24 hours

At first, it’s too long,

Then later, it’s too short.

Just as you’ve turned your 4th page of your moleskin notebook with a pilot G-2 0.5 pen,

It’s 7:30 PM and now you push the floor away from your chest as hard as you can

Then a question arises: “is an isolation a poison?”

Panic sinks in, four limbs plunging in

To the ocean of screens spinning in

The seconds, minutes, hours, and days

But remember, the time won’t stay.

6.15.2020

It’s a throw grain of salt into an ocean
Watch where it flows into a scene

Lightly dancing on a twinkling snaps of splashes,
it grooves along the waves

Swirling slowly, loftily into the sea.
From the white emerald, to dark and darker sapphire it sinks.

Letting its body pulled by sole gravity.
It alone journeys towards its destiny.

In the pitch bottom,

It’s said to be singing.

Singing a song of a dream.
Not of its glorious and lush past,
Not of its twinkling future,

But of its journey.

A journey that has not yet ended.

6.24.2019

Dark grey waves are crashing,

No exit nor a lighthouse seen nearby

Floating on body of water, nothing’s

Permanent. Drifting on a planet.

But anchor is down there in abyss

Under pressure, alone in darkness

A time capsule of resolution made in past

Solemnly tugging the boat above.

4.2.2019