The future day by day

The future day by day

The plans that fall apart

By a surprise detour 

Of the medical chart

This is just a friendly

Reminder to arrive

Fifteen minutes early

And they’re late forty-five

Witnessing each other

Witnessing each other

Unwritten journals kept

Deep pockets personal

Between each slept and leapt

Sun over sun, the days

The committed stances

Our best seeking better

Deep roots, higher branches

Thoughts out in a canoe

Thoughts out in a canoe

Not meant for the ocean

Just a placid passing

Like the moon in motion

Star strands of lighthouses

To navigate the dark

The canoe disappears

Not far from its embark

Not enough alphabet

Not enough alphabet

Unable to translate

A sneeze, a cough, the scream

Spellings do not equate

So music or movement

The crescendo elate

The abstract finger paint

Thin air in thicker state

Love takes no convincing

Love takes no convincing

It makes no future plan

It’s presence like iron

Like a Crosby Beach man

It is stem, not flower

And it cannot consume

It is longer lasting

Than either fruit or bloom

I am not an ostrich

I am not an ostrich 

Or build castles of sand

Any knowledge of me

Is not keys in the hand

There is a walk to take

Untethered strangers know

Before the gathering

Fall like raindrops or snow

Our pressed pages thicken

Our pressed pages thicken

We become more sparrow

Foregoing the seagulls

Definitions narrow

Slabs of experience 

And still little is known

The oceans awaiting

If these wings had just flown

Egg and sewing needle

Egg and sewing needle

The simplistic beauty 

Fundamental basics 

Of purpose or duty

Yet we are not anvils

We scramble and threadbare

We change our hearts greatly

Come triumph or despair

Two sunflowers in grain

Two sunflowers in grain

Invisible time steady

We gifted and exchanged

With open hands ready

Annuals and happy

Not chasing yesterdays 

Look another sunrise

We turn our heads and raise

Kind to each other’s dreams

Kind to each other’s dreams

We’re thoroughly Thoreau

Even when earthquakes bring

Cliff sides to our plateau 

In the wet and stormy

Stevie Smith has us pledge

I am here, you are too

When off centered or edge

The word not strong enough

The word not strong enough

Capital letters fail

So many songs are written

The sentiments just pale

Too many details or

Perhaps a special one

When all the words are said

And still not nearly done

Dipping in abstraction

Dipping in abstraction

Amongst the broken shapes

Precision and measure

Left me wanting escapes

Spheres leaving the corners

Never knowing a fit

The constant continue

And design not to sit

The day is far wider

The day is far wider

Than the horizon line

Stretching from church steeple

To corporate bank sign

The sky is much higher

Than this early rise blue

The stars gone to hiding

The sun nearing debut

In some strange dialect

In some strange dialect 

Only spoken with eyes

Identical children

Little chance of disguise

In cross-pollination 

Two flowers without roots

Saviors, servants, soldiers

Halos, right hands, in boots

Not close to the center

Not close to the center

Still beauty abounding

Back against the fences

With treetops surrounding 

Sometimes answers are as

Simple as do not know

Accepting this now as

Late as an onion snow

Prior and prediction

Prior and prediction

Neither can be controlled

The budding of moments

Are better to unfold

Clarity and planning

Necessary and yet

The tangible is verbs

Not past tense or sure bet

Lost and wandering as

Lost and wandering as

Time watches with an eye

Wiser than my own and

Somehow I still get by

I am learning not to

Breathe life into a stone

And I am to blame when 

I find myself alone

Too narrow a focus

Too narrow a focus

Avoiding any road

Blinders are blinding me

The corridors implode

Arbors are dotting soil 

Cornrows are scratching lines

But the sky unending

Defying these confines

Time is still, holding breath

Time is still, holding breath

This moment a painting

Beneath the sycamores

Your head in light, sainting

A promised forever

Stillness begins to shake

And this is our always

And cannot be forsake 

In this great expansion

In this great expansion

The collection of sand

In the granular just

A few memories stand

Pages now paragraph

Routines lost in the crease

So much is traffic then

Suspension bridge release