Chai

Chai

Ginger split-ed and gifted twice hands has it been changed,
Gives the bite that gives the right for bright life.

Roughly ground black pepper,
Gives chunks of ginger someone to talk to,
while bubbling together at the bottom of a boil.

Powdered ginger forming clouds in the sky,
as hefts of cinnamon cake their way,
before they whisk their way,
as gentle speckles of chili powder drizzle down,
disappearing into the ever folding sky.

Strands of cedar from the palm of a friend,
dare I baby beat steams from last years harvest?
and of course cayenne.

A dash of turmeric for good luck,
a nettle bag for wisdom,
"It's not life that matters, it's the courage that we bring to it."

Overwintered

Something to aspire to,
So gracefully she overwinters.

New

To erase parts of past,
and experience life without those experiences,

Alas...

Time is chisel making way to core soul,
hacking away at skins and bones,
breaking down,
shells are shattered,

Then...

Strength of eternal internal shine,
Blessing pieces shattered,
Building pieces new,
Blessing pieces shattered,
Building pieces new.

Alright

I have no rational reasons.

I put two dollar bills in this pocket.

That was weeks ago.

Now you smell like laundry,
a smell of home,
as the sounds of Neil Young.

Clean, fresh, warm,
taken care of,
alright.

Best Option

Friday afternoon,
I did my best to beat rush hour traffic,

I am spit into a pre-happy hour rush crawl,
puttering between 0 mph, 2, 0, 2, and 0.

Getting nowhere fast,
50 minutes to Montrose,
ug.

Not a hurry,
breathing,
patience practiced.

Jam to Phish,
Play it cool,
Chill.

Nearest exit,
Irving Park able to escape,
Ug.

Irving Park moves equally slow,
0, 2, 0, 2, 0,
but patiently preserver east.

Hours later,
Still on west side,
a light is out.

Blink blink,
4 way stop,
long long long lines.

Take sharp right,
regretfully not soon enough,
finally pick up speed.

Eventually,
Smooth sweet south east,
of Elston.

Just past box store hood,
a forever light at Fullerton and Damen,
I shoot pictures.

I scope out the cyclers,
their faces saying,
"get me out of here."

I know that face,
I've felt that face,
the true experience of bone shattering cold.

Yet they push through it,
because for now,
this is their best option.