I don't want to zone out.
I want to remain as conscious of my life...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

A wild rose
flowers thorns...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...

I cannot find THAT
which I've been searching within the hays of time...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

Love, you are like a bee,
You make my heart buzz and buzz...

Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...

In the kitchen-
Fingertips trace ashes splattered over counters...

Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...