yesterday began
as if i'd already lived it
and i spent much of it
breathing life
into the nothingness
of each moment
willing it into a sort of torpor
that barely approximated life
and yet
tomorrow arrived
in all its barefaced and cold glory
regardless
7 comments:
Your words get better ad better all the time, steven, taking me to higher levels of awe.
ghost circles
I love the lightness of this piece. reminds me of mary oliver's writings.
elisabeth thankyou . . . very much . . . steven
wwwyk . . . turn! steven
arian - hi ... mary oliver shows up in this blog - well her words! every so often . . . i admire her directness and simple complexities . . . . steven
today? where is today?
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