kindness
caring
you

night
sleep
healing

when I was a child
I knew
what I needed
to do
to become a painter:
paint

as I grew up
my power of doing
was replaced by fear
and I stopped painting

why is helping her
not good for her
he asks in despair

I feel sorry for him
as he cannot see
that helping her
destroys her growth

green tea
black tea

always for you
and never for me

why was he
allowed to do the project
but I was not

why was he
given the job
but I was not

why does he
live in a big house
but I do not

why do I
not want to know
the answers
to these questions

every morning
she makes coffee

carefully grinding the beans
has become a ritual
time spent in meditation
on a journey she had not expected

when there are no beans left
in the grinder
she sighs
as reality has caught up with her