It shall be poetry
that captures where
and allows my mind
to go where
I need to be.
Away from false news,
false hope, and
I find solace from the
context of confusion
the atmosphere and
all that is important.
We wait for something to happen,
We plan, unconsciously, of things
to come or things to see, perhaps
not even specifically, but eventually.
Some day, some week, some time
in which we hope or speak, the
someday when it will be just as we
imagined. Or better.
It’s not today, I don’t know why it
can’t be arranged, so we don’t try, but
soon we know we will, and that
illusive day will be such a thrill.
We know it, so we wait for
is a potential someday.
Even today. Can’t today be the
you choose to make it happen, to
take the ride, or is this another day
you will simply let it slide.
is certain, now and then. You know it
will come, but you don’t know when.