In the far reaching furrows
on the frontier of the future
beyond the fear founded feelings
of failure

lies this moment

precariously perched in the present
am I

and I tumble in thoughts
of the true path of passion
seems the fashion these days

and I find I’m amazed
by the simplest things
that a fresh moment brings

can I lingre here long?

may the seconds tick slowly
as I slip through the shadows
of serendipity sessions

for the plans that are painted
from the palette of presence
are most promising
and pure
and profound

and it’s nice to be around

do I sense these sensations
for the same round of reason
that I’m writing these rhymes
to arouse you?

are moments just fleeting by?
tricklings of time I may come to
I’m here now
I pass them
they’re through

remember them fondly
they spark something new
for the next measure of moments
that surrounds you.