trust

8-11-20 ON SEEING THE PERSEIDS

Perseids like a jolt of adrenaline
Ripping across the crowded sky
I am lost without my map
But I gaze at the stars
Absent-mindedly plunking my guitar
Munching on crackers, cream cheese
And cheap caviar
Here at 28° 14′ 38″ N / 82° 43′ 9″ W
A mere few miles from the Gulf’s sandbars
Musical waves with the
Melody of twin sitars
So I gaze at the sky
Mapless
Clueless
Stars like exotic bazaars
Each one offering a new evolution
Each birthed from a quasar
And I remember to be careful
In the night
Because like the stars
It is often safer to
Avoid black holes and other strangers…

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Star Chart (Earth & Sky)

SALT AND SPICE AND WISHING FOR NICE-NESS

 

Ghosts warning me

Do not stay

Go away

But I trust

That friendship will

Conquer all

 

Trust that kindness

And compassion

Trust that unconditional

Friendship will

Conquer all

Human egotism

 

I smell Old Spice on the wind

Maybe I’ll be washed out to sea

Salting the wound

Suffocating the spicy me

Turned against for something lightly said

What was going through my head

That I believed

You could be a

Friend?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Bethesda Salt Cave