Sitting in quiet reflection

Every moment closer to equilibrium

I take another sip of tea.


Chance, as a coin tossed,

Ever a pair of outcomes

One hoped for, one dreaded

And when alone

Only temporary,

For it’s just a matter of time

Before it finds a hand to rest in.


Winding westward, following Phoebus

His stamina starting to wear as he wears his crown of light

Everywhere clouds, a wash of white.


Words shared in the dark

Learning and exploring

A long time coming.