Evaporative Solace

Such hovers overhead

as several paces behind

lurks the relentless Past
that chooses to slither with poisonous tongue,
ever hesitant to retreat,
awaiting the moment to strike.

Several paces ahead
stands the mongoose of patience,
ever saluting the tenacity of one’s determinate fixation,

not knowing the demise of life's gallant stride

could be just around the corner.

Enter time and space,
the provider of measure,
that perpetual start gate
keeping alive Future ‘s challenges.

Yet…

What of our Present,
where footsteps arch and hold before daring
today's razor-edged macadam road,
surrounded by bramble pillars of conceit?

Little wonder we suspend our flight of change
to where’s anywhere,
for who has not wished to linger
with their wink at the threatening shadows,
and forestalled a projection to the future
where all is thought to be safe and warm?

Yes…

Best we gather today’s rosebuds while we can,

as they may only be there momentarily

before reaching for tomorrow

leaves behind yesterday’s Now

wanting-to-bloom

before dying.