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
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,
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
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
The wonders of the day are easily strung along
we just need to decide how far, and how long.