A Tuesday

2.26.08 a visit to Austin

A Tuesday

We concern ourselves
with that which we
once knew
when contemplation plagues
our mind and
our horizons shrink
with each passing
has been.

Consternation and diplomacy,
the politicians of our psyche debate.
Justifying who deserves what,
issuing sentences according to
past lives and
present absences.

When we were the chosen
one,
and our skin could
carry no stain,
our bowels would breathe
angel's breath
for ushers to lead
down the aisle.

And solace arrived
when we awoke,
forgiving all the night's revelries
and giving admission
for that day's faults.
There we stood assured,
for all existence was gold
and love was our only fear.

And today we remain
evolved and ever unsure.
Because all we have
is time
and all we seek
is a place.
For today
uncertainty plagues
incessantly,
like the yawn
from a twenty year sleep,
signifying nothing
except what is not,
and keeping a wonder
of what being
is.