Double tap. It is your “Hello” your “conversation” and your “see you soon”. Double tap. Your “Thank you” that leaves me wondering, “Is that all?” Double tap. Friendship on this platform. No effort needed.
We ignore the emails and the advertisements. My money isn’t going to anyone today. It’s grace and gratitude, Thankful for life and the many parts of life the good and bad, the ugly and the difficult. That we are breathing, That we love and are loved. I immerse myself in that. In thanks.
I stroll through the dark The path through trees. It is cool, damp, quiet Dark. To the left I see light sitting at the edge breaking through the trees. It calls, invites. I look forward, continue on. I wander through the darkness and it wanders through me.
Spent. The water pounds the shore, The rock, worn by force and time. A rock fighting back, Wave after wave, A long-waged war of futility. It resigns to accepting And embracing those waves, Though they wear Though they erode, Accepting existence.
Craving simplicity while experiencing the pain of confusion. Knowing it is easier to add then to take away. Consume and add in small amounts starting and stopping with less. Greed and fear seeking comfort seeing fame. Our excess.
The ideal of less at war with the want of new, of better Not realizing how much “new” and “better” is just words used as weapons in the war. Weapons wielded recklessly to elicit false ideals, to flush out the currency and cover up the reality.
Angry, tensed My body growls and Complains of neglect. Not so subtle jabs of pain To remind me that it exists And that it needs attention. It argues, fiercely at times Steadily and unsteadily Disappearing to time.
Privacy, asked for in difficult times, to face those times without an audience. Without judgement. Leave us alone; leave me alone to face the things I have to and to do so in ways that must exist without judgement. Privacy, darkness to be accepted and respected.
Lost in the sea of chaos, a jumble mess of words that while mean something together, don’t mean anything in the context of “now”. It’s chaos, a smokescreen of confusion, guised as knowledge and thrown towards you so that your attention is sucked into the void. The present topic, the question asked is drowned, and no amount of will can save it.
Where traffic restrains from Three lanes to two… to one Sometimes temporarily; An accident, some maintenance, Sometimes constricting in order to expand, to create more lanes. Progress is inhibited if temporarily. But one still moves forward.
The past 24 hours dropped Rain for the entire year. Nature cramming for our test, whether we resolve to change or we leave it to her hands to save us. It’s new out there. New makes us forget the long, the difficult, the hovering Of what we held as old And what we face moments ago.
I went outside, in the rain this morning. Some things were astray The wind’s work. It was cool, wet, and worth it. Heat broken from its routine and this clear skies now Have a chance to hide, To exhale to let themselves No longer be one display. The rain washes, sweeps away and nourishes.
The first measurable rain In some time. Refreshes Renews Nourishes Cleanses Another chance, another start The first In some time. Shameful to ignore it, To let it pass without At least spending your time To soak it in.
The Fall air hits different Yesterday was windy, It messed up the yard. This morning, not as much Yet the wind is present. The wind hits different this morning. This morning, I look ahead There is a lot of day left Yet I feel something waning. It hits different.
Breathe I cannot see, it is only black Breathe, eyes closed. I cannot see, it is only black Breathe. Open your eyes Can you see now? O cannot see, only blackness. Wait, now I see bright light and everything is blurry. Breathe Back to just seeing black. I cannot see, breathe. Breathe.
Pushing through the dark clouds The sun rays announce, they’re here. With them, comes not warmth but light, the light we need today. The light needed For so many things to move Grow, continue. I shall continue. I shall grow. I shall move.
Dry hands wring themselves dry wit, too. We are anxious, on edge body tense, only the balls of our feet touching the ground even while seated. Shoulders tight jaw holding the stress The cool morning air provides respite when inhaled But this body has forgotten how to release.
White plate, 2-egg omelet Leftover potatoes from dinner Half of an avocado. Morning conversation Brief yet pleasant, hopeful Sometimes just informational. The morning light shields us from the alerts and notifications that await, that lurk on devices in other rooms.