Chasing
Some days are grittier than others
And that’s why we like to drop in on the fall
We meet the world with a curious eye
And find that miraculous spot —
Where all is forgotten and forgiven
Our scattered steps attract a wandering doe
Jolting awake the surrounding greens
The monkey, startled above in the tall fir tree,
Stares into the void of the rustling
A busy bee joins the scene
circling my camera
pointed at the silk flowing underneath the bridge
Rainbows don’t care if days are gloomy
The fog likes to fall months and miles apart
We find quietude where sounds belong
And breathe
Noticing My Shadow on a Sidewalk
I look at the Sun, it’s incredibly bright, making a statement on the horizon
I slumber, as a millet in the sand, washed over by the
warm glaze
A tall tree reaches
into the tall sky, growing insatiably for its grace
I see clouds form and dissipate
A dusty sphere rise over a
wooden balcony of a treehouse
I don’t know what to do, in that moment
nothing else mattered
But the warm glare
Clouds dissipate….and form
On an empty sidewalk, I’m lost in my train of thoughts, and that’s when I notice
a shadow walking alongside me, the street is glaring
I walk to a bench, near to the train track, I wait
For things to move again
I Owe the World an Apology
Every drop of blood
Feels obligated to
justify its temperament
“Sorry I’m too cold on Sunny days
and too hot when it rains”
Skin
Yearns to be molded
Swirling
into sands and dusts
Like a skeleton dissolving
Into white bright light
I don’t want to be shaped like a figure
I’d rather by shapeless
Voices disappear — let them!
Chatters don’t matter
Memories lapse
I stay here to transit
The view is sort of fun
The bed is cushy, I’m sorry for leaving a body mark
I promise to depart quietly, the door will be left ajar
Furniture will be stationed orderly
And the only trace left will be a question mark:
“If no one was here, who opened the window?”