From My Stoa

From my stoa,

I hear the sirens at night

I see the birds flying in circles towards the sky

I smell the cannabis of my neighbor’s bong

I feel the warmth of the morning

I taste the sweet notes of coffee in my tongue

From my stoa,

I watch time pass by me

I remember those who are gone

I dream of the experiences that will come

I wait… for the present to become clear

For the future to become a memory

From my stoa,

My fears wrangle me

Courage engulfs me

Exhaustion makes me sleep

Passion awakes me

Life welcomes me