The hot water drips
Slowly infuses the dust
Brown to a tone darker
The Smell Permeates the room
A modern elixir from Java

A dark brown shaved herb
Burns so slowly from the bowl
The smoke rises from
As does my thoughts follow it
I wonder why it is so

The light of an ember
The tip of a depleted coal
like a glowing ruby
However, if you touch it
You will remember that it burns

A lack of a need
Strikes me like a wave
An overwhelming
Pressure to submit to it
To the soft cotton threads

Frightening isn't it?
How quick are we to sink
From thoughts and fears
Even in the unsinkable
Steadiness of the daily grind

A sun’s warm embrace
Greets me on this empty plain
As I saunter by
Dewed  grass, I take a bite
The sour apple nourishes me

A cold Winter’s day
A house barren of any life
A single heartbeat
Echos shyly in the air
A fireplace yet to be lit