Day 84 – Where the Cattails Grow

Where will you be tomorrow
if the feeling finds you out,
discovers you’ve been on the run
for too long?

Will you be running back
to where the cattails grow,
to the falling snow,
to your quietest moments
wrapped up and
thrown into the sea?

Will you give my best
when you get there,
to the places I can’t go;

will you be there tomorrow
where the cattails grow?


Day 50 – I’m Staying in the Pool Today

I’m staying in the pool today
soaking up the last of the sun
because I know tomorrow means
the end of all my fun

I’m staying in the pool today
even after it gets dark
this may be my last chance to swim
so today I am a shark

I’m getting shriveled in the pool today
but I don’t care at all
they say that summer’s at its end
but I don’t care for fall

It’s getting pretty chilly in the pool today
my bones are frozen throughout
but I don’t care if the weekend’s done-
I’m still not getting out!

Day 314 – These Bubbling Days

Like clover in the pond water,
there’s a tangible essence
I sense in these bubbling days.

These days that drive me mad
with foresight, that hiss and brew
so splendidly on schedule.

They’re teeming with what’s to come,
they’re frothing with the hope of me,
they’re giggling and trembling in fear
for tomorrow.

The ships will be here in the morning,
the train at the station at noon,
and some kind of new-fangled flying machine
may just as well take me after that.

These bubbling days are ready for me,
churning impatience while nights make their rounds,
boiling fiasco to be eaten up
after fasting has had its fill.