Life Ring

Memory left drowning betwixt and beyond floating discarded on yesterday’s pond The future is calling in voices distressed reservoirs draining tomorrow beset The bridge crossing over these waters is rough its toll but the present time never enough The turnstile upon you, its arm is still down the cost what you’re leaving its promise unfound But once set in motion, there’s no turning back allusion receding with blood in its tracks All hail to the moment, the instant supreme whose motion internal —all else but a dream (Dreamsleep: October, 2021)