Thursday, April 27, 2017

 

You wake, you say
today will be different, today
I will do what I do what I must what I will
today I will          efficient        today
tasks completed      today       organized    today
my desk in order.
Today I will          different.
Do today as if some other un-waylaid by wind

or whim or want.  Someone of will, not wanton

wondering. What song will you sing then when

samba flings you circumsolar when

lightslant leaps across your foot when

urgency, like sucking sand, slips seaward and

beckons you to swim?

 Notes
This poem was written for my friend, Gary Markle; I’ve rewritten it for Poem in Your Pocket day.
The photo is of a cardon cactus blooming near Salinas Bay, on Isla Carmen, Baja California Sud, Mexico in early April 2017.