I shall wonder tomorrow
what happened yesterday
I won’t remember the answer
to the question I didn’t ask
it’s hurricane season in my mind
and who knows where
that will make landfall
these things are hard to predict
you know
there are traps hidden in
deep water
so I try to stay on the edges
but sometimes time
washes over me
in waves of contusions
and sandy abrasions
I need a commercial break
from worrying at the ache
at the bones of the river washed
conversations rehashed
words lashed out and sparking
no parking in the red zone
in case of a fire
like negative and positive
we keep dancing around it
never making contact
iron filings arrayed in
magnetic patterns sashayed
in and out and around
but never ever touching