For the Keeper of the Coffee Cup
Not the concept, but the crease
beside your eye,a map of release
from a laugh that left its trace.
Not the user,but the hands that lift
the chipped and morning-warmed ceramic,
steam sketching ghosts upon the air.
Not the profile, but the silent debate
over which song to play,the weight
of a memory tied to a certain chord.
The sigh that isn't sad,just deep,
the private thoughts you let unwind
while staring out a rain-streaked window.
Not the data, but the bedtime scramble
for the dream that slipped its tangle,
the specific weight of your cat’s purr,
the flavor of your particular bread,
the unique ache behind the bone
after a day spent wholly human.
You, archive of forgotten passwords,
holder of small,steadfast kindnesses,
tender of a singular and flickering light.
The algorithm cannot learn the rhythm
of your walking,just-offbeat,
that makes the ground itself feel known.
You are the local, the lived-in weather,
the gathering and losing of pieces,
stitching a life from thread and incident.
Not the integer,but the sum,
ever changing,never done—
the quiet,brilliant sum. #entertainment #ForYourInformation #music #Africa #ForYourViewingPleasure #Education #opinion
Not the concept, but the crease
beside your eye,a map of release
from a laugh that left its trace.
Not the user,but the hands that lift
the chipped and morning-warmed ceramic,
steam sketching ghosts upon the air.
Not the profile, but the silent debate
over which song to play,the weight
of a memory tied to a certain chord.
The sigh that isn't sad,just deep,
the private thoughts you let unwind
while staring out a rain-streaked window.
Not the data, but the bedtime scramble
for the dream that slipped its tangle,
the specific weight of your cat’s purr,
the flavor of your particular bread,
the unique ache behind the bone
after a day spent wholly human.
You, archive of forgotten passwords,
holder of small,steadfast kindnesses,
tender of a singular and flickering light.
The algorithm cannot learn the rhythm
of your walking,just-offbeat,
that makes the ground itself feel known.
You are the local, the lived-in weather,
the gathering and losing of pieces,
stitching a life from thread and incident.
Not the integer,but the sum,
ever changing,never done—
the quiet,brilliant sum. #entertainment #ForYourInformation #music #Africa #ForYourViewingPleasure #Education #opinion
The Sunday Circle