11:45pm - Sipped

She had a mellow meltdown -
Sipping her tea.
She left her biscotti half eaten and she thought about much -
Much about her passing youth,
Much about her failing marriage,
Much about her dead end job,
but mostly much about nothing.
Nothing seemed to fill the everything in her life
and she thought this is why I’m empty -
This is why she did not cry, or scream or throw a tantrum
- this is why she could smile and do small talk with the neighbors
This is why she could sip her tea in a non-chalant fashion
And feed the rest of the bitten biscotti to the dog.
She was neither old nor young – just perpetually in between.
In between what, she could not configure --
She could stay or she could leave but she did neither and either,
And so she kept on sipping her tea -
Sipping her tea -
Sipping her tea -
Sipping and sipping though the cup had long been empty.

3:00am - Hope

Hope is not Hope if it does not persevere.
Hope as a word uttered incites the ability to dream,
- the ability to revolutionize - to shift the wind.

The song in the city resonates and Hope is its chord.

When Hope is not even yet a whisper
The subtle treble strikes fear in depraved men,
and a torrid, inoculable fire in desperate hearts.

Where Hope is found, Hope is given.

2:19am

And I saw stripes - in black and white
A prison in code.
The captive marched on -
Blisters on their soles
Blisters on their souls

Static echoed the concrete halls
Static rang from each corner
The captive chanted on -
The voices aweful
The noises awful.

And I etched hope at the door
And journeyed home to kneel
Till the battle is one --
Till the battle is won.

2:55pm - Oh you don't know.

My caution is the wait.
To be still and stiller,
with no promises, and yet expect.
I can not refund the past
nor define the future
nor read minds
nor force my way --
But to lie in wait
- to be still -
is my audacious gamble -
and my humblest gain.

2:28am

I had a thought once,
but it flew away
Now I think
and it always stays.