From so many things
So many places
So many people
Myself
Left so much behind
In faded memories
Lost to time
Distraction
And repression
Myself
Left so much behind
In faded memories
Lost to time
Distraction
And repression
In repose
I reflect
On the day that has been
On the day to come
Until
Like the birds
I respect the silence
Let my mind go still
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
White hot
Without heat
And it purred
The way
A dragster purrs
Waiting
For the glove
To drop
An atmosphere I choose
An atmosphere within which
All events occur
And through which
All events are perceived
The light
Of guides
Of friends
Of family