Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Someday

We always say
that we will get there.

Well
someday was yesterday,
and again today.

We are all movement
without expression,
without expectation.

Maybe 
we are voices
beyond reason,
maybe we are Wiccan,
or something
without thinking
as they think,
without repression.

But we all belong
still and fast
to a raft, a parody,
steering our days
through waves
while we try to keep afloat.