Sitting at the bakery

Getting a cup of of coffee
With a wonderful taste
Ingesting the smell
Letting it tickle my senses
All types of people around
Getting some breakfast

Sitting in the bakery

People watching
Lots of baked goods all around
A feel of Europe
In the heart of the city

Sitting in the bakery

Watching all the sites
Listening to different languages
Seeing people going hither and yon
Getting their goods
Starting their day

Sitting in the bakery

I remember the blurred vision,
And
Nose quivers.

The feeling of sadness free falling from my eyes.

I watched it take shape,
In the crevices of my palms.

Palmar Flexion.

My face was the night sky,
&
My eyes were the moon.

They controlled the tides,
And crashed the waves.

That night,
Actually,
Those 2 weeks,

I was stuck in the twilight.

Salt and pepper
You are not alone

i like it when it rains hard,
it’s like the sky sends a piece of it,
the pure ingredient of universe,
to cleanse your inner being
and remind your soul of its old home...