Past Perfect

Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello and say good bye. If per chance we should speak it is what one did what one ate . When asked of future plans no one can give a date. I suspect at this stage in life what we know of the future we do not speak. So I sit here in quiet contemplation my mind wonders visualizing past embarkations and friends no longer my companions. Oh past tense how I embrace you although so long ago. Let us knot speak of future endeavors. The past like a old blanket provides a profound comfort.