Tomorrow

waits for no one – it but exists
          and that is enough.

           I accept the challenge
though it grows everyday.





I raise the sails each morning
      towards that great whale
                  not to hunt it down in vengeance
but to explore its yawning wake
                until at last it turns on me
            and speaks solemnly, “no more”
      having grown too great a future
                      for my sails to endure.

Off and Out

I can’t find the time I left in the past
  but I can feel the loss
        an intense emptiness
              articulated calmly
        nudity on display for a prudish audience

What is lost is not gone
       there is still a place where it was
            even now it takes up space elsewhere
        encouraged to let it go

No.

I feel it still.