The Café Door Opens ‘N Closes

I sit in soft, surrounded solitude.

Noticing The Outside Looking In

I think (/realise).

Enough poetry: enjoy some science writing for a change.

Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.

Itsumo to eien ni.

The fire of the dragon’s protest-flame marks only its self ‘n message.

The air’s electrically-lit between each of the eight trees – their roots breaking the grey and moss-green, late-night, cobbled surface.

Itsumo no keikai.

Only, really, time for teaching (worth it) others.

Red that chips/that fades to fray.

The road’s become community.

I doubted if… No traveler returns If I should e’er come back…

Words like water…

Such sudden change; a moment of momentum.

Intensely inconvenient.