Twilight is 
daybreak’s twin
not identical 
but of
the same 
mother dusk
is dawn’s
and is
that too
but two
days down

Bean meets bean
meets a bee
in a pot
hot water added 
given a stir 
left to brew
next a blessing 
and a plunge
pleasure we made 
in a cup 
vanilla honey coffee 

My life has 
become a present 
a wanted gift
a kind of
cozy and comfortable 
given to myself 
no more quickies 
desperately trying to 
fill some void 
no more crazies
accepted as normal 
just a quiet 
and clean and 
calm little place 
I call home 

Even the ones 
I thought were
different turned out 
as the same 
is that reflection 
a reflection on
them or me
and who’s the 
mirror to whom

Out there somewhere 
beyond that door 
the world does 
but in here
between the rooms 
and their photographs 
and the memories 
that playfully dance 
in front of 
the orange flames 
I see shadows 
of times once
fade to ash