AFTERNOON


My son looks at my eyes
And gave me a hug
He says
I love you

Something undeniable
The only
Undeniable type
Of love

The 3 of us
Get in the car
And drive towards town

Look at the people
People that look the same
All over the world

We drive through traffic
And look at police cruisers
Ambulances going by

We keep driving
And then we park the car
We inhale
The burning ingredients
The barbecue

We sit on
The red table
And we eat
As I watch the street

school


children and parents
attend school

everything looks
so familiar

the lessons
the faces
the questions
the sparkle in her eye
the frowns
the smiles

somebody brings
a kitten inside

the lady places it
on her lap
and starts
playing with it

scene


always like this
it hurts to see
the struggle
the movements of survival
the efforts
to remain alive

the eyes
you never forget
the eyes

even though you might
not think about it
and look the other way
with the vision of you heart
to see better moments
happier times

WORDS


When words turn to water
It is time to move on

Don’t try to swim in them
Words are not meant for that

Swallow them
Or spit them out

Don’t let them linger
In your mouth

Because they will
Reach your soul

Your heart
Your mind

When words become wet
You must act fast
Before they lose
Their freshness

distance


distance
can be the best gift

space between us
where energy abides

the surface
touched by our feet
is occupied

the rest
is distance

even children
are thought distance
in elementary school

distance from others
from animals
from cars
from miracles

distance
is your best friend