"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Thursday, December 1, 2016

A Painless Day

The Water Tank (1734)
Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin



The future arrives just as water
breaking its tension
slips over the edge of a drinking glass
and falls – you know you will feel
a cold splash on your toe
and move your foot to higher ground.

But isn’t that already in the past,
even as the words I write
for you to read tomorrow will surely
be forgotten, even by me, after?

Yet one wakes hoping to live a painless day,
a better year, only to die a good death
as if to propel oneself into a certain future
one dimly conceives perfecting all the errors
that could not be avoided a day ago.

This is the present, you said
and I believed you.
Whatever we do with it is ours.


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I am slowly emerging from a hiatus, in which I deliberately put my pen down 'until December'. I do so for the excellent prompt set by Izy Gruye in The Imaginary Garden, under the heading Out of Standard: Future/Tense

In other news, I am very proud to have a selection of my poems published on Verse Wrights. My sincere thanks go to Carl Sharpe for this amazing opportunity.