Ginger and Silver

Are you proud of me?

The weight of living lessens as I fuss over fresh ginger

Espresso dark and bitter on the counter

Are you happy?

Slow dancing in the street to the radio as the sun rises

A vast and hazy expanse, pale blue

Are you sleeping well? (I’m not)

Up in the mountains the moon blazes, a beacon of silver

Throwing shadows on the floor