Adrift

 

ADRIFT

 

Germinate them
 hope proclaims.
Dreams
spew their steam.
Contrails
lulled, a wayward breeze,
Evanesce.
Make thine own regrets.

 

~ ~ ~

Here

Twas put before me

Once.

Who is it I am?

And given to wonder

Why,

Is it to matter?

I am not so much that.

No.

Rather more this I think.

Trees and river and

Sky

All came there

With me, within me

Me

Was there to see.

I’ve done it.

Yes.

I’ve worked it out.

‘Tis plain to see.

At last

I am

what I am to be.

       ~~~

Again

AGAIN

 

Distractions,
life stuff
arise
dawn dim
grip the wheel
slog along the asphalt.
Distaste.
Psyche gurgles
agitates
coughs
sputters
spits.
Awash in yesterday’s promises.

 

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