I glanced at my hands,
Skin is thicker than I remember,
Bones hardened with blows I endured more than I can bear.
Bittersweet wrinkles are the ones that stare back at me now.
Crimson sun rising beyond dark blue sky reminds me again: it ain’t over yet.
Perhaps I’d need to tear off this white shirt
Run with bear feet a thousand mile
And shout with wills of the thousands that passed out behind me
I am here!
8.1.2019
Ralph with Coffee 