I’m glad that 
I did then
what I did
when I could 
rather than now 
when I think 
that I should 
or I would 
because doing before 
and then recalling 
realizing and remembering 
is better than 
looking and hoping 
and thinking maybe 

I oar
finally finding 
my calm
being stowed
after hours 
of breaking 
the sea
and now 
just sit
quietly gliding 
looking at 
finally seeing 
and finding 
the shore

A lazy hammock 
swaying to breeze
is where I 
imagine you are 
but knowing not 
that you are 
more likely buzzing 
about life like 
some little bee
bobbing and bouncing 
flower to flower 
nary a care
or a thought 
of a thing 
called a breeze 

First blip
then hurdle 
pebble stone 
and rock
so goes
the race 
called life 
once irritant 
becomes wound 
becomes worse
then is
when one 
finally stops 
to dig
find and
remove repair 
maybe replace 
maybe not 
carrying on
like nothing 
ever happened 

This before 
I do
the things 
I do
I wonder 
what if
I didn’t 
then who
would do 
the things 
I do 
the way
I do 
the things 
I do
maybe you 
is who
would do