Rough seas
of sleep 
tossed about 
my boat
sails of
my uncertainty 
caught a
gusty gale 
sheets of
rain shrouded 
and I
a guest
in bed
held on
for morning 

I think 
I love 
morning most
no wait 
maybe evening 
and yet 
there’s dawn 
and dusk 
too maybe 
I just 
love living 
this simple 
little life 

In the distance 
far off room
Mr. Clock chimes
reminding me that 
I am aging
not by moment 
nor by accident 
but by hour 
and these days 
which used to 
carry such weight 
now only matter
when I hear
Mr. Clock call
another hour gone

The delicate balance 
no more seesaw 
or tipping point 
I am fulcrum
I am equilibrium 
a calm sea
a patient laziness 
afforded by wisdom 
that sunny porch
in late day
low west sun
shines through trees 
like a flashlight 
made from a 
million little fireflies 
I am one 

I do
I remember 
recall and 
now realize 
that one 
single moment 
can stretch 
like bubblegum 
and pops 
just like 
it too