The present is the 
place of possibility it’s 
not this narrow lane 
bookended by the vastness 
of past and future 
oh no no the 
present is where all 
things can might and 
always will come true 
and those two others 
simply hold onto what 
once had been and
what might never be 

Now well rested
I see the 
world and its 
beauty once again 
like I’ve wiped
away a wave 
of slushy grime 
from the window
of my car 
seeing that it 
just so happens 
to be spring 

Sleep keeps 
calling I
hear the 
ring but
eyes stay
open despite 
their sting
wait I
do for 
rest to
come sleep 
hurry now 
and dreams 
come true 

While we are
a sum of
parts we are
whole when it
comes to heart
we can’t be 
carved and taken 
bit by bit 
as so many 
open relationships do 
nowadays looking for 
someone to top
off their glass 
left kinda empty  

I’d rather not 
than be the 
me I’ve been 
and maybe one 
day the who
for someone else 
but until then 
you will find 
me there at
the edge of
the pier waiting 
for the sun