Vacant Possession

Sometimes my chair is pushed in, sometimes at an angle. Othertimes I lay on the floor with my legs up the wall. At the moment I am in the window seat , looking out.

Indonesian child.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Detachment

Let me sit here, let me be.
Please, for now no society.
This is not hate nor indifference.
This is my wish to be with me.

Offer me no helping Hand.
Touch me not and understand.
Quiet is my somber garment.
Solitude, my simple garland.

Let me detach for some time.
Later I shall bend these knees
to pray, to worship my God,
and to break bread with Peace.

William Sienes III

Oi Gunther!

Who me? Nah, I'm not that meticulous. And I look ridiculous in a Panama.

What now?

Your transparency astounds me.