come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
there’s a thorn on the side of my toe.
scratching does not get at its source.
such small sting can deflate a good mood.
all left to do is to sit on it and wait
until it passes.
crying tears, roaring rage won’t do nothing.
I am waiting for the moment of healing.
5.2.2023
cold winds rushes in
dead tree leaves in mid-air
dancing in a whirl wind
your warmth, so longed,
dwells in a prism of memories
still waiting, still charming
perhaps, one day,
our hands will touch.
11.26.2021
stranded alone in a dark river,
the moon, pinned high above,
only solaces the ant’s waiting
and hopes for a new beginning.
the ant stretches its six legs
grasping onto ephemeral reflection
of the moon on dark river,
its every breath to save the moon.
standing alone in the dark river
I stare at the ant, whispering words
perhaps as a prayer of some sort.
10.27.2021
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the moon to shine
Al for the lasting impact
that might arrive on a thunderous roar
on a moment’s notice
what would you do to make world change
I would say I would wait for the
smile on your face.
10.21.2021
under the sun in the sky
two ants may jostle and hustle
but in the end forgiveness is what’s remembered
before the cloud sets in and wash them away
even babies are born with thousands of battle scars
but never shook hands with their nemesis
we shall arise through leap of faith,
as we wait for the Godot
12.24.2020
Once, I have known you.
through flesh and bones,
I’ve grown familiar with
your ever present smell.
Now my soul awaits
For space to creek open,
For time to zoom in,
To reach out to your hand.
9.17.2019
Ralph with Coffee 