And from out
of the blue 
and maybe faraway 
it often comes 
be it rain 
or even rainbow 
foreboding of one 
and forebearing another 
but be it 
storm or sunshine 
this is true 
that one brings 
the other and 
that without the 
other then neither 
will ever be 

If there ever 
was there never 
was or been 
anywhere or anyone 
to get to 
or become or
even bring back 
for whatever was
is no more 
here than there

It’s just noise
squirrels in attic 
possum in basement 
an incessant scratching 
a brain itch
out of reach 
an over again 
and over again 
with little relief 
except for pause 
when it itself 
goes quiet thinking 
bit of this 
some of that
again it starts 
over and over 
and over again 
until again overtakes 
hopes of over 

It is heartbreaking 
this being called 
to be something 
that I’ve been 
and no longer 
wish to be 
I simply want 
to live what 
is ever left 
of my life
in my peace 
for down I’ve 
put my sword
and my shield
it is true 
what Wisdom said 
about the ghosts 
of our past 
dancing upon the 
graves of dreams 
that only death 
will bring rest

Here I sit
coffee in hand 
wondering maybe if
and maybe so
but like the 
steam that rises 
from my coffee 
I know that 
what escapes never 
comes back and 
what is cooled 
rarely ever warms