it’s as if every inch of breathing space is
whipped into whirlwinds of flowery fire in
this long narrow path we all must take
when light runs thousands of miles to make
this realization that, perhaps that’s all:
you’ve given it all, and now wait for your call
when darkness had lent its hand to me
I shook its hand
it was as if my bones shattered at mere touch
yet I did not let go.
there is more work to do
there will be a new day
the sun will rise again
there will be more
Ralph with Coffee 