Double-dipped in Chocolate’s Delight
The Passing of Another Day
No thought
thousand words a minute
train wreck
baby Otter swimmingly
trapped in wretchedness
free as clouded skies floating effortlessly
governed definitively
provisional belief
so many answers
yielding more questionable thought
attempts to define what is
no longer is it
submitting to Canvas, It Is.
Is It not passing of another day?
Messengers approach
perched high up in the neighboring tree
reconnecting to my heart
unanswered thought fleeting
like the winds of change
ticking away the sands of time
fading truths
uncertainties kissed
double-dipped
in chocolate’s delight
touch me forever and day
not later but the nonce.
~Ani Po
What have we lost — days passing of another, left to ponder yet again in this present moment now and forever. I read this piece by David Rudder, which inspired me with yesterday’s news. As always, thank you Woodworkers of the World Unite for housing these words and all the woodworkers out there sharing your works,
