Sunday’s Coffee

Today, there is no need for me to rush.
I’ll take advantage of this to move slow.
It may not mirror a life that is plush,
But too often these moments come and go
To be thrust back into a frantic pace.
I’ll stand at the window with my coffee,
Watching the sun climb in its morning race,
Knowing there is no place I need to be.
In a big city full of distraction,
Always begging for you to do something,
I will take the opposite reaction,
And fill up my schedule with nothing.
Tomorrow returns to reality;
Today I’m taking what’s in front of me.

The Unavoidable Road

We’re always going back where we started from
No matter how much we fight against fate.
The whole of our parts is measured by some,
Only so there are more who can relate.
If we feel like we have been here before,
It’s because there is truth to that answer,
And when we leave through the same, exact door,
We will come back again just to make sure.
The road may surprise us with its winding,
Leading us to a new destination,
But when we reach the end, we’ll be finding,
We called ahead for the reservation.
Life does not give originality;
It just rehashes what we always see.

Fighting the Riptide

The water rushes from under my legs,
Taking me closer to the rising wall.
I fight against winding up in the dregs,
Hoping the wave doesn’t cause me to fall.
I run to it with reckless abandon,
Building up bravery against the tide.
With my head high to show I’m having fun,
I prepare a bear hug with hands out wide.
After the two stubborn forces collide,
One is beaten down by the other’s might,
Leaving it up for nature to decide
Who will be crowned the victor in this fight.
It may look like I am the one losing,
But I come back due to my own choosing.

Siam Summer

The beach at Koh Samet, Thailand

The soft sand squishes in between my toes
As the crashing waves taunt me to jump in.
The salty breeze on the seas gently blows
Massaging my heart to slow its pumpin’.
Right now, no place begs for my attention
And I have taken care of all my work.
The whispered name that this beach chair mentions,
Talks of taking advantage of its perk.
The waiter brings me a fruit filled smoothie
As I lean back to face the shining sun.
The scene has been taken from a movie
As I know my vacation has begun.
It took awhile for summer to start,
And now that it has my stress will depart.

You and Them

You complain about losing a paycheck;
They have struggled to find living wage.
You grumble because your hair is a wreck;
They must bow low so as not to enrage.
You stop traffic to brandish your firearm,
Taking a stand against supposed wrongs.
They leave home, keeping an eye out for harm
From the ones pointing out where they belong.
You make demands for things you have not earned,
Stating that they are a part of your rights.
A fair and simple life is what is yearned
While you condemn them for making this fight.
Your privilege, they do not aim to shatter;
They just want their dreams to also matter.

Graduation during Covid-19

I have been looking forward to the pomp,
But it’s gone because of the circumstance.
Against the travesty, I want to stomp,
And participate in my tantrum dance.
But against whom do I direct my yell
For the virus does not care about pain
Or has even heard of the place called hell,
So why would it listen to me complain?
The better choice is to accept this fate
Rather than wallow in my misery.
Promoting anger only breeds more hate,
And there’s no way to fight this history.
On Graduation Day, my pride won’t show;
Instead, I’ll take this last lesson to grow.

Waiting for the Door to Open

While watching our society restart,
I know you have wondered where I have been.
I have been huddled down, doing my part.
And waiting for the front door to open.
The bolt has been fastened for way too long
That rust may have locked it into its place.
It will take more than muscles that are strong
To untrigger its mechanical face.
It will take the resolve in me, knowing
That living life is taking that first step.
Though the curve is returning to growing,
Do I worry ’bout where the virus crept?
I guess I’ll continue to hide out here,
Waiting for a new world with little fear.

A Toast to the End of the Semester

It is now time to put the books away
To celebrate the semester’s ending.
We have emerged clean from the learning fray
And we can work on our spirit’s mending.
So I open this bottle of champagne
And take for myself only the first taste.
There will be no need for me to explain
That the rest of it should not go to waste.
I’ll leave it here at the base of your feet.
Consider it a humble offering
That I hope you will find time to complete
When you finish the book you are reading.
I will check back with you after the break,
Hoping, eventually, the drink you’ll take.

Ode to My Quarantine Friend

What do we do with hands that are idle
In a town that has closed down for the day?
I look for an idea whose title
Will encourage a desire to play,
But my choices are now regulated
To all that’s been experienced before.
I have seen this and it now feels dated
Even though, in the past, it would adore
Me with its shiny, new plastic touch screen.
I would touch all its colorful buttons
To take me places I’d never been,
Living the lifestyle of tech gluttons.
This toy no longer allows me to feel,
And I long for a time when things were real.

Their Insanity

You’re as crazy as they want you to be,
And you don’t need to buy into that hype.
There is a certain man they want you to see,
And they wish to mold you into that type.
You may not follow the crowd the same way
That goes with the latest conformity,
And they claim that you call the night the day,
And that you have lost all your sanity.
But you need to stop them from forcing you
Into following the newest of trends,
But it’s nothing but you, you need to do,
Not collecting the fashionable friends.
Please know, we all have insanity,
Some are accepted by society.