Begin Now

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

Wonders of the Day

How do moments become real,

those that remain,

stay on the mind,

trigger our notions to react today.

~

When we wake in the morning

do we decide,

today we’ll slide

our lives into a deep cavernous fault

~

I remember being a child at young

and all my days

were spent with clays

modeling and forming imaginary futures

~

The sun burst through the morning sky

and I decided today

would be another day

to sit and wonder about what happened

~

Perhaps a little less emotion in my mind

with a callous edge

that non-caring soul

would help me live with myself again.

~

I wonder about the hours that lie ahead,

and will they remain,

just more of the same

or could this be the start of tomorrow

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The wonders of the day are easily strung along

we just need to decide how far, and how long.