Waiting room restless’ness

What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.

P.S. This was written in a waiting room at Good Samaritan Hospital in Phoenix, hungry and with a restless mind, waiting to hear from my mom’s surgeon. I guess this is about the best that writing can get when one’s mind refuses to focus and one hasn’t eaten lunch. 😂

Ink well

Ink surrounds me all the time
On my bed sheets, recorded in rhyme
Quills ’ever scribbling in my head
Sometimes damnit I forget what they said.
Ink has settled into my fingerprints
But to keep the words I fear to rinse…

I scribbled down this little lighthearted verse one day and posted it to The Quote Garden for fun. A few years later, I found out that someone actually got the last two lines as a tattoo! Pretty cool. –tg, 2016