Elsewhere

Letting my thoughts fly freely
My hand starts to move naively

Point A, point B, it draws
There is no beginning, there is no end

The space they create…
is vertically endless, horizontally amicable

Where we stand defines distance
How we stand defines obstacles

In between, there begin… stories
Lines after lines after lines
One in thousands touches A
Another one in thousand touches B

Somewhere out there, the two lines cross
Stop the impossibility
Seamlessly bond

Meanings fulfill
Creation continues
Lines to corners, corners to shapes

Unveil this secret place
Surrounded where we hide

The last one, The right one

Trying to unlock the door…

I said “Hmm… It’s always the last one that you try that is the right one.”

My friend said “The right one is always the last one because if you find it and still don’t stop looking for it, you are an idiot.”

Watcher

Above the water, there I am
Stand still as much as I can
Capturing, absorbing, sensing every single bit of this moment

An orange beam flows secretly behind the thin cloud.
My eyes inevitably follow the path of the light…
…to find where the cloud ends and where another begins

My arm reaches out far enough to change perspective…
but not far enough to touch the cloud
So, I let my arm fall

Closing my eyes…
as the orange beam travels over my face
through the narrow space in the sky

I let the warmth paint.
Let the breeze embrace…
for a quiet minute till it’s gone.

Moment has passed
Silence stays

I’ll come back again tomorrow and tomorrow
Wait here for the orange light…
that might find its way through the cloud