want to be

where I am going 

Or

is it, I am.  

just be; 

Who I am 

  who am I

    & 

      where am I going?

Drifting toward the middle 

of the page passing and running

on in sentences started on some previous

pages turning over

as each morning creeps 

closer to sunlight & 

Warmth

       Out here a tower of salt

    eroding and recaptured by the 

  surf rolling back out and now a part

the whole larger than imagining

Comprehension of here

& now

less than 

flowing, a river of 

feeling

flash bulb moments sparking through

closed eyes and allowing

senses

unpolished and unrestrained

unpracticed and wobbly

Legs though, strong

& planted, though

not rooted to

anyplace/time

only self seeking

an other

and found through

providence

at which

these lines

intersected at just

a moment

it flashed by; 

a star paraboling

and we both

grabbed it & 

each other

& who knows

any more than

wherever we are

going

we are

together

& wherever

matters much

less than 

we, ever.

you're no lover

 and I'm no fighter

so the song goes

but I did fight

with myself and the tide

turning of time and 

growing apart

of us will never be without

the other

but apart

we will never again be

us

and they

never know, really, what 

we

were

ever you go forward

the path behind swept away by 

time's tide

how we found now

only lives in our hearts and 

memories fading but never 

forgotten

quiet moments of sun dappled 

silent looks and holding on

dear life 

it is and has and continues

apace

has finally, yes, I feel it

slackened

if only just a bit

but, that's enough to see now

and what may be next

and how big both

now and maybe really are

entire worlds in each

and only knowing by being a part

of maybe 

a new us

to have our own glances

and silent paragraphs

of knowing

an other 

our tenuous truth

we are all full 

of dread

to be shaken from these

bones aching in 

the morning; cast open

the blinds and let

the light in

my heart flutters

and most 

mornings are met with

ready to try again

ready to let the day

wrap around me as a

something familiar but with

possibility comes from practice

making perfect the rising

numbers and anxiety;

there's no denying

truth solves nothing

is to be solved

personally

we all must move

in good faith forward to some

unknown horizon

and a new dawning

eventually will arrive

the destination less a goal

more an abstraction to which

we pursue

an idea

always important to be

moving toward something

not to distract, but to 

focus

on the present 

is a gift

never for granted; taken

but in this plague time

moves far too slowly if dwelling

on the torpid present

always leading somewhere else

we must balance this

being, here

dissipating as quickly as acknowledged

our tenuous truth

of constant change

these mornings come so early

Cool, relatively and calm

certainly 

Without;

the soundtrack of instinct and carelessness

of moving to the unheard

rhythm of instinct

My so many neighbors

about their business

of living another summer morning

as any other passed

Memories, I imagine

to them 

only serving as guide rails for

an unthought 

Future.

Has the lane narrowed so much

that moving forward is

impossible unthought future

They risk without ever knowing

how they’ve learned

No time to dwell

Here is gone

and past before

you can even consider

Now is a link

closing as quick as thought

of an unbroken chain

connecting the first 

Summer morning

to this sunspeckled maybe

Of a day that I’ll remember

as I do so many

passed.

oh, fortune

     From where do these words

arise.

some slumbers
  are forever

But, we've still time
  And breathe
     And beating hearts
       And fortune; sides with

Us.