A New Page

I ate a late breakfast after noon
in haste a drop of
oil sits on coffee ocean
which fuel guides a left hand
to stay on a sticky table

turning over a newborn leaf
on the bones of past trees
with the stick wrought of ancient creatures
dramatic moments on the fourth wall
we knocked down to let the eyes in.

In a world unconcerned with arm wrestling
I find the spot outside confidence and fear
dual and isms may once have fought
but today all is an instrument
of an orchestra without preferences.