Search

Waffle House Meditation


Kindness darts like lightning.

The man who owned the fourteen motels,

before any other could (and others would),

he bought a day of peace

for the peaceless man —


“Damn,” he said. Coffee for $2.30.

What must he have seen? That thin

diner coffee now seems decadent?


And the veteran — would he have bought

coffee for a man the age of his oldest daughter?

I decide to believe so, out of a different kindness.


No — because he is kind.

He held the tie-die girl close

with familiarity, with fatherliness.

It must be much more natural

After so much practice.

Recent Posts

See All

resilience

resilience is not always a stiff upper lip it is not always silence sometimes resilience is screaming the throat sore and bruising the hands against the door and waking up to the next day something re

winter

a season, a season sing to yourself a season but to your bones it is deep, deep winter

calling all gods everywhere

Calling all gods everywhere — make yourselves useful; cease your petty quibbling and show yourselves. It has appeared that unless you alone (I speak to each little god, each little you) are master & c

+1 (202) 384-5561

  • Visit my Facebook page!
  • Visit my Instagram

©2017 by The Kilele Project. Proudly created with Wix.com