come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I was sitting on a wooden chair
next to a wide balcony window
through which sunlight like
golden desert sand beamed softly
basking in the light I read a book
and across the table was my mom
reading her book in silence
I don’t know why
but it was the warmest moment.
5.2.2022
sometimes, when I get nervous,
I open my window, and let the sunshine through,
filling the room with golden light,
the kind of boulangère warmth that
keep a soul alight
and when I get a chance,
yes, if I do please get the chance,
I would like to share this warmth with another soul
hoping to alight this world a little brighter, softer, cozier.
2.11.2022
Hummingbird, what’s her sense of time?
If she can flutter her wings in a millisecond,
Can she feel each flap of her wings in the wind?
When a glorious, or tragic, moment approaches her,
How quickly can she feel it in the air?
Will she flee or grit through the dare?
Hummingbird, what’s her sense of time?
I wonder, if chance be that she’ll be around
To show a dash of a sunshine in her crown.
6.10.2020
Ralph with Coffee 