This being then
when my someday 
has finally come 
back when I 
didn’t know where
and trusting in
in the what
I’d never imagined 
it would be 
just like this 
then like that
trust in things 
you can’t see

Now I think 
that I know 
what souls feel 
once freed from 
their body’s chains 
because I should 
care and yet
I don’t care 
one little bit 
I’m looking forward 
in fact to 
the moment when 
I don’t remember 
any of this 
and that’s when 
all this why
won’t even matter 

Having then
understanding that 
I know 
nearly nothing 
I think 
that I’ll
just sit
here wondering 
and wandering 
and waiting 
for thoughts 
to come 
yes that 
is precisely 
what I 
will do 

To think
one’s thoughts 
and to
hear none 
of many 
is time 
well spent 
with one’s 
own soul 

This same sun
low in west
catches the edges 
of blue threads
in my worn
jeans rubbed raw
where my hands 
in anxiousness waited 
for an answer 
to almost every 
question I’ve ever 
had to ask