It’s a throw grain of salt into an ocean
Watch where it flows into a scene
Lightly dancing on a twinkling snaps of splashes,
it grooves along the waves
Swirling slowly, loftily into the sea.
From the white emerald, to dark and darker sapphire it sinks.
Letting its body pulled by sole gravity.
It alone journeys towards its destiny.
In the pitch bottom,
It’s said to be singing.
Singing a song of a dream.
Not of its glorious and lush past,
Not of its twinkling future,
But of its journey.
A journey that has not yet ended.
6.24.2019
Ralph with Coffee 