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