11/30 | Something’s cooking | National Poetry Month 2018

I took a pot of water and kept it on the stove;
I put an old memory into it..
let it boil…
As it boiled, I sprinkled some laughter,
just enough for a faint smile.
and let is simmer…
I could see some tears evaporating,
but it did not smell bad.
I switched off the stove.
took a sip.
an unspeakable calmness descended on me.
I knew for a moment that nothing is worth more,
than the moment you live in now,
and what you do with it.
tears started flowing from my eyes
and I swear, it was honest
and nothing to do with the laughter I sprinked
it’s time let it all go…