Too Late Too Early
A dark daybreak lingers
Then makes its home behind averted eyes
Yesterday for long hours
Crows cawed in the tree tops
This morning
Light follows twilight
As if it were a waif from a Victorian novel
Too much coffee keeps me busy
Escaping into the past
Decades are all one yesterday
Events whittled down and reprised
By ice-picking hours
The presence
Of a future self
Grows narrow and pale
I go back to fishing
For a sign or prediction
Try to imagine
Something emblematic
See only the bone-chilled residue
Of late arrivals
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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