I Guess There's Always Now

We wait
At the gate
Of our fallen,
Fractured fate.

We cry
At the whys.
Of our bloated
Buoyant lies.

We seek
What we want.
Another house
To dwell and haunt.

We hope
For simple truth,
Now buried,
Long in tooth.

We find
Out of mind,
Afraid to reconcile
Why we’re blind.

We care
Savoir faire
A gust of wind
Through our hair

We lie
While we try
Walking backwards
As time goes by


4/30/23