26 march

running against sense i couldn't help but mention the tense i caught myself in
rather than abandon the future and the past both i found myself a moat of present and drowned in it
possibilty some might say some might pray for more of that glut to flush through the system
a drain to stain the sky with to drip dry with
even as those tomorrows know i find it hard to blow dry hair and care at the same pace
the race to the fittest the finders with fees and the planters of trees wait outside
where else should i wait
until when and where what date my last and what bombshell the blast that will shock these waves
craving somethingelse
waiting a shelf high and drawer low
in and out utensils and linens
we are all flat where we are planted
blooming in substantial beliefs with wreathed dreams and saturated themes
i have been to windows and i have watched the snow
there is no wasted weather
there are seats but i am walking away
no cheers for this steering committee i am in a different lane
i am plain to see and easy as a paid fee to cross off any list
rising a fist with sun and hands full of applications
we are the stations changing tuning in to static to listen for clues
useful in our truths we search for self-evidence
ideas for the wonder and folly for the blunder
let us all have our maps back and we will chart the courses
carts and horses and soup for dinner
frost's birthday and ferlinghetti's week
vonnegut leaks all the mirrors in our direction and we look back at ourselves to answer
don't stand for it don't sit don't stoop but even as the porch does swing and conquer with air
the space to compare and to breathe through listening
the lessons to learn and i should be doing