I have queued up some older poems to be posted while I am away on a trip. They are still my poems, though, and I hope to have a bunch of new ones to share when I get back.
Tempus Incognita
We buy a new calendar each fall
and fill in our planned events ,
planting our flags on days
as if they were islands the explorers
claimed for some distant king.
We map the future in regular squares,
the present our prime meridian, but
all projections remain distortions,
and with the passing days,
the crisp lines of demarcation blur
as dentist appointments drift into
staff meetings and
vacations collide with
court cases.
Still, we hang the calendar inside
the front door with no
serpents on its borders,
a banner reminding us of
hope and order as we go
bravely into the new world
each morning.
Late at night, though, the
whole house creaks and
shifts, like a ship struggling
against the current carrying us
over the edge of it all.
Tempus Incognita
We buy a new calendar each fall
and fill in our planned events ,
planting our flags on days
as if they were islands the explorers
claimed for some distant king.
We map the future in regular squares,
the present our prime meridian, but
all projections remain distortions,
and with the passing days,
the crisp lines of demarcation blur
as dentist appointments drift into
staff meetings and
vacations collide with
court cases.
Still, we hang the calendar inside
the front door with no
serpents on its borders,
a banner reminding us of
hope and order as we go
bravely into the new world
each morning.
Late at night, though, the
whole house creaks and
shifts, like a ship struggling
against the current carrying us
over the edge of it all.
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