The embraces of a friend is
like cool rain on a hot leaf.
In suffering and softness, the seed of humility is watered.
Comfort
is false security,
like a life guard at the ocean.
Some have drowned under
sand on the shore,
while the guard watched heads bobbing in the waves.
Drama is only drama if we cry or clap.
Stand at your kitchen sink and feel you are gone.
Don’t hear the water or see the crumbs.
Only the room remains, with an empty cup
and Sudoku unfinished.
See things from the furniture’s point of view.
The sunlight still casts its shadows invincible.
Did you feel it?
The lightness of non being.
I am washed upwards
and love even the killer whale who eats a baby seal.
I know. It hurts sometimes.
It’s just a thought.
Some say, I don’t want to die alone!
But you will.
Those ideas crumble like blue cheese and then all you have is
a tasty salad.
And hunger later.
We have breath in common
even when there is little else.
Have I gone off the deep end?
Yeah.
I slipped in a pile of circumstances.
Maryrose