Arrogantly she asked if I was awoke.
I said no, still sleeping and blissfully dreaming, thank you.
Chagall 2019
Archive for August, 2019
I am overcome by how fragile loved ones are,
often frantic for their safety and happiness,
such that I cannot breathe
Chagall 2019
inner worlds
intertwine
sometimes yours
now never mine
since the gap is gone
in the face of nothing
all is plain
as a leaf is stirred by breezes
weighed down by droplets of rain
so is the drag of time
mild perturbations
as multisyllabic as we care to be
or not depending on the count of breath
is more than one can say
thank you for worlds topsy-turvy
she smiles at me from the skylight
adorned by cloudy skies
backlit golden stray haloes
she appears for a moment
to float airily up
with her
within her
in unity
one heart
one self
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 