Today seems too sweet,
cool breezes kissing cheeks.
All I am is the tripping of words,
the use of hands, eyes gazing
through windows of the sun and soul.
In my new place I wander,
wonder would it have seemed
as right as ever once I had deemed
if that one day in July
my mind had not been clearing
solidifying purpose, had not looked,
taken on a deeper notice of
cursory curiosity already astir.
Restless though I walk about
something heavy setting in
preemptive where I cannot,
will not let it lie for months
in time for I had not planned…
I had not planned…
