Tonight

Heavy eyelids succumb to fluttering first,
Becoming rain showers of thought,
Meandering tributaries,
And finally
A river to forge,
Footholds' precarious words
Wanting only to afford pathway
To mind's quieter listening banks.

Yesterday

Bridges ceased to be,
Beneath which
Mud and leaves congealed,
Finding haven as residue
Memories of glorious times,
Now but directionless currents
Sweeping out to sea.

Today

The clock of sun and moon continues
Unraveling the flow of repeated intervals,

Like a fraying tale's hem,
Where no amount of tying
Or untying
Can secure
An evolving destiny.

Night remains

Respite for some,
A merciless river of time for others,
Its purpose meandering downstream,
Allowing daylight minutes to be jettisoned,
While succumbing to night hours' cumulative weight 
Submerging beneath one's pillow,

Like a vessel’s anchor finding purchase…

For now.