Poured a cup of coffee so I could ignore it; paper and ink amid spreadsheets and month-end reports (late). I'm still in bed with the curtains drawn shut.


To the Tide

Say that the lull is just that
and nothing more, that we need
not be fearful, that the sand
will still keep our footprints.

Say that all laws insist
on regeneration, an ebbing
following engulfment,
a symbiotic sort of destruction.

Say that nature is a fiend
in its harsh mimicry
of man, in its contentment,
its green, overripe satiety.

Say that the sky knows no end.

Say that it is boundless as
a child imagines its tiny life to be.

Say that Galileo was right.

Say that the trees only appear
to be blocking the way.

-- kris t. kahn