Today

Late afternoon breaks
in a single key;
gathering, seizing...
it is a challenge every time
to assess
what cannot be fathomed,
to get close to that,
to whatever meaning
one chooses
at the crosshair.

Vi, sehr langsam
on the radio.
It is all one needs to embark
on the responsibility
of being one,
all crisp and sharp
with the world.

Days like birds
scurry to the sea
in ways invented anew
at each crossing
consciousness
must either heed
or die for.

Today is all I know,
all I ever will need.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-08-24 at 19:12

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