Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • tomorrows come

    yesterday 
           today
    was
          tomorrow
                 I had so much to do
          things I had put off
       consciously or
    unconsciously              it mattered not
             I was determined to get them
    done
       one (or all of them)
    by
       one
    done             today
    when it was tomorrow
               it seemed easier
               it seemed manageable
               it seemed as if there would 
    be time
               when today
                            was tomorrow
    yet as tomorrow came,
                as it always does
                as yesterday lost hold of
    the hours and 
    its way
    and tomorrow just happened
            anyway
    it seemed
                                      as if
               time had passed me by
                                      as if a day; 
                           today or any day 
    slipped off the calendar
    falling like a rose petal or
                disgraced politician
    into the basket of days misspent
    or wasted
    days which promised more
                         but delivered less
    tomorrows do that
    they never quite live up to
    today
                       and all too often
                               become a yesterday

  • preserve what you can

    Each season has a taste and
    a time, offering remembrances
    of those before and anticipation
    for what may happen next.
    Every season begins anew and
    then fades into the next, a cycle
    which honors us, and then lets go,
    as it must. Life is full of days and 
    weeks, months, and years. As they 
    ripen, savor the moments, preserve 
    what you can, and then be open to 
    change as you allow fresh tastes,
    and the coming time, lively thoughts 
    and open minds.

  • think a little more

    Chances.
    We take them every day, 
    but seem to think about 
    them less than we do, or
    more than we will admit.

    Chances.

    We take them all the time.

    Think about it.

    Think a little more.

    Don’t leave it all to chance.

  • a little moonlight

    the moon is there
    it is always there
    different each time
    you look
    you stare
    i don’t know where
    you are
    or if you looked up
    like before
    but I hope
    last night
    a little moonlight 
    slipped under 
    your door