A glance, an inch, a mile, a light year,
A bridge, a wall,
beyond horizon, a touch,
How long have I known you?
Beneath first sunglasses, mascaras.
Still can read your silence,
When you look away.
How much have we changed?
Rough wrinkles, some filters on instagram,
Serious meetings, death cleanings,
Our fading memories.
How have you been?
Oh! Just busy. Doing well. Living fully.
Travel pics. Our Facebook comments.
A deep breath.
I remember that intersection
And the two paths that broke away.
Spring has finally arrived in Northern California. After months of rain, cold long nights, writing poetry in my mind over a hundred cups of tea, photographing the changing beauty of nature, a lot of travels and experiences, I wrote my first poem of this year on a paper while browsing melting snow photos on my camera. You never know where inspiration comes from, right? So how have you been really?