When they said,

‘wait for tomorrow’ they might have followed

with a rhapsody of torment in eruptive skies.

For we do seek explosive reckoning,

when a sudden cathartic,

a ‘now’ moment as mother

always cried

in the midst of change,

what opportunity lies in the future

is exactly our temptation.

If only I might be that river,

that instead of being challenged with every crevice,

I might travel uninterrupted and able to carve

my own well drawn tale of luxury.

A positive note,

to accentuate a glorious sunrise,

always the same,

yet,

when understood to be all there really is,

the shimmer can be extraordinary …

Blind your eyes to the past

and shed layers to step free