I have recently 
discovered how truly 
unimportant I am
that this life
I have led
means very little 
and that this 
is most valuable 
this right here 
and right now 
and all that 
which came before 
truly means nothing 
I’m a ghost 
who will appear 
when it’s time 
and never before 
or ever again 
for they don’t 
have not or
ever really will 

Outdoor I was
told to find
air and sun
refreshes the soul 
like water washes
rocks of algae 
things do creep 
ever so slowly 
when we sit
ever so slightly 
in one place 
for too long

The absence 
of why
not which
where what 
or whom
for those 
rarely matter 
barely mentioned 
this end
hinges only 
upon why
like some 
little linchpin 
placed between 
and now 
shaken loose
sending both 
into oblivion 

Gauzy chocolate 
barely hides
the blue
the low
sun orange 
bounces off 
the face 
reflecting back 
a freshness 
of bread
breath now 
felt its
humidity lingering 
upon lips
moist morsels 
of morning 

For so long 
I missed the 
foot you know 
the heel and 
toe of day
dawn that leads
dusk that follows 
because I focused 
on the road 
the in between 
that I thought 
mattered so much 
the road is 
where you walk 
but the toe
offers one hope 
and the heel 
is one’s reflection 
these make days