Nov
26
The now of my existence
is yours
Each shifting present
wades deeper
in waves of
meandering moments,
while encapsulated
entities of past,
created of themselves,
float in a sea of was
Yesterday’s moon
wanes to the
crescent of today,
In heavenly patience
It pulls back the tide
to expose the pristine,
bare beach
It is yet untouched;
It is yet unfulfilled;
It waits,
open and wanting
