all points Now

pen and paper in the morning
pen and paper in the dull afternoon
turning tides
scritching out notes
in the after birth of early evening
blown by winds unseen
inside

gusts, any which
way
but where I'd like
or deem possible

won’t let me be
yet can’t persuade me
and by the same token
could never un-make me

and I have discovered
an idea leaking
from the roof of my mouth

I have traced it back
to my brain
cranial drip
eclipsing faulty reasoning

pen and paper in the brown shadow dusk
ironing out the lake of past
drowning the tidal wave of future
allowing the present to be lopsided

discreet ripples
lulling me to strip and dive into
the pool of Now