Monday, July 4, 2022

Crisis Internal


gray criss-cross patterns in a white rug

cover the blemishes on a hardwood floor,

staring at both for most of the morning,

I have come to the conclusion that life

is full of circumstances beyond one's

control as well as within one's control

as long as you have the cleverness to

see it in the rug's criss-cross patterns;

we wait until the skies grow dark before

we turn on the lights even if we can see

clearly from the blaze of the livingroom's 

fireplace...  and yet, we live unnoticed

inside our homes waiting for a package

from the postman that never arrives...

we are tended by strangers who call

themselves family, removing money

from our wallets when they think we

are not paying attention...  the painting

was completed with acrylics because of

the toxins associated with oils but we 

cannot hang it without a frame...  the

window gives me afternoon light and

the cat gives me friendship in an aloof

sort of way but better than nothing I guess.


22 June 2022

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