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.