More Thoughts & Words on Turning Water into Time

I came here

Restless & afraid I wouldnʼt be able

To sleep later

Tonight

Watching the sun

Melt away

Like a disappearing grin

Another day dying

To itself

The slow death

In all of us

Measured by

Our constant anxiety

Outside together

In the fading laughter

Of others

Living their lives

Playing their games

Aiming for a love

That takes us to the edge

A love we hope

Isnʼt a mistake

Or an end

Risking everything

Not to be alone

Not to say we never tried

We are most alive when we realize

We're dying

Drinking to

Escape

Putting on

The same old clothes

Unable to change

Anything

As always

As if I were the last one

To sit here

On this bench

Staring at images

Of an upside down world

Reflected on the surface

Of an aging river

The blood of the earth

Mysteriously moving through us

Quietly carrying with it

The madness

Of a language barely

Understood

I have been here before

Editing whatever

Comes to mind

The same familiar buzz

Sometimes repeated as words

Other times

As wind in the trees

Playing tricks

On mindless birds

Always looking for a place

To land

I sit here outside

Alone

Until my shadow dissolves

The streetlights

Come on

A plane passes over me

Like the angel

Of death

& vanishes