Nap

onto soft-linen fabric of fluffy duvet
I laid my back and let it sink and float
under a shade blanketing my eyes from the sun,
I let my mind happily drift, as if to blink,
as if to indulge a sip of sweet drink,
then grass cutting buzz of my phone rings
calling me back to sober reality
and I just sit in my chair
gazing into a distance far from my desk
and wondered how sweet it was.

2.28.2022

Book

No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle

Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely

Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.

In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.

When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah

Another day, another fight, another dance.

6.23.209

Book

No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle

Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely

Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.

In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.

When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah

Another day, another fight, another dance.

6.23.209