now and together

 

The shore is up there, just a little up north,

ignore now the deep, ignore now the leak,

this boat will hold Darling, ignore now the creak,

raging may be the tempest; I’ll curse the Gods who doubts,

I’ll curse the Gods afterwards,

for now and together,

paddle with me, the dry and the calm is not too far out.

Home, Mantin, July, 2021

Wake my father

 

I woke up scared,

I wake my father,

and he ask me what do I fear,

I said “My imagination Dad,

is that bad?”

He have no answer.

Son asking for a hug, Mantin, April, 2022

Now that there is less time

Now that there is less time,

there is anxiety,

a melancholy,

a rhapsody,

age is no longer a number,

but a calendar flip forward,

yet I am never too sure,

if I’ll live to flip another.

Space is a mundane thing,

space is short,

space is the short end of a stick timed in knots,

some I remember, most of it I do not,

or I don’t bother?

Birthday, Mantin, January, 2022