October 27: Brain the Size of a Walnut

To enclosing COVID mentally and physically….

Like every other day

The gallery is open.

But today

The show is set around Picasso’s blank canvas.

Art without color

Like food without flavor.

Like the Chef lost his touch for a moment

although his kitchen looks the same.

Pablo is feeling the beginning of a new era they say

He is spending time thinking they say

But his head lost his hand

at this time.

Come back soon.

October 26: Oh, To Things We Can’t Control

To the aftermath of a natural disaster... 

A few inches in front of me rests my plants. 

A few feet beyond the bridge rests Mother’s Nature’s making of brick turned into rubble.

A few miles of open skyline ahead rests a city I haven’t known all that long and the city where I realized the sun’s light was a means to my survival when it nurtured my ability to see past things I didn’t understand.

Looking out my windows rests a strong city: a wild city: a very beautiful city. Past the clouds and amongst the hills, it shines a new kind of light; a rare kind of light; a very bright glow. Not a morning is missed when it comes to reminding me that contrary of my plan, fait will always take its course in world of all the things unknown.