Looking down 
from above 
upon what 
is beneath 
and wondering 
just what
if anything 
might happen 
if I’d
but don’t 
is decided 
for sometimes 
even lions
let lie
sleeping prey

I awoke 
to breathing 
foreheads touching 
and rhythm 
you exhaling 
me inhaling 
like oars
breaking water 
a very 
quiet dance 
in which 
we two 
were one 
and like 
most things 
even sleeping 
you turned 
too intimate 
for comfort 

All things 
negative refer
to things 
in our 
past the 
present isn’t 
a reference 
point or 
a reflection 
of what 
happened before 
the past
might be 
the present 
isn’t nor
was it 
ever meant 
to be 
that way 
we make 
it so

Funny how 
we think 
of the 
past as
always better 
when we
don’t like 
the present 
we seem 
to always 
be looking 
somewhere else 
besides where 
we are 
for happiness 
and really 
what is 
so bad 
at simply
being happy 
being here 

Most everything 
remains the 
property of
the past
except for 
the present 
that belongs 
to us 
why save 
what you 
can never 
spend in
a place 
that closed
the moment 
it opened 
spend now 
here now