On time again.
so superficial
I know
Leonard Cohen
springs to mind
Then spurts away
I look for one
expansive thought
something
to sink my
teeth into:
even though
I have a
predilection for
here there and everywhere
I can't seem
to rewrite remember
or acknowledge my
own unwritten
history. here
there everywhere.
I'm looking for a few letters
for status
for the heat of the moment
really
to wonder all about
this forward movement
of life; what are they?
those forms of life?
I know you know
autumn rains down
too much heat this year
too much forbearance
so much unremembered joy
the old the new
testaments
the Vedas the Upanishads
who has all that much
time? or timelessness really.
-- jeff wietor
