traditions
family customs
recipes passed on
one generation to the next
memories
gifts from the past
to be shared
in the present
03/29/2024 j.g.l.
The night is charcoal,
streetlights brighten
the never-changing colours
available at this hour.
There is a chill,
the air tastes fresh,
everywhere. Different,
Especially now.
Still and silent.
The mind wanders
the same way
a teenager does
after slipping out
a basement window
at 3:43 a.m.
knowing
nothing is happening
anywhere
in this darkness,
but the freedom
tastes
like nothing else.
Find your silence.
See your freedom.
09/18/2017 j.g.l.