I'm preaching Yes, and I apologise! These times are such. With much food for thought.
In my mind, in my hands, is the power to create. And the power to destroy. What I choose to do makes me the person I am.
As i stand in my kitchen, cooking dinner for tonight. Fresh and warm and nourishing, comforting fragrant and so calming. I think of women just like me. Hiding underground, surrounded by family.
On my palette dark and burnt and brown. Colours that remained After the greens were gone.
“I have a dream” a gentleman said “A tryst with destiny” the other declared.
Looking up, there was the moon, riding high on an evening sky.
Sit by me my love and listen, to the words I do not say. Let a hand hold, a warm caress, take their place instead.
Hug a tree. Its bark warmed by sunlight.
A tiny virus. The mighty man. Locked into a game of life and death.
I'm addicted to light. To colours and sounds. The magic they play Within and without.