Sept. 1, Vol. 2

Today is september the first

which means I am in the crosshairs of chaos theory

by chance, in a moment, the sun will rise

exactly upon me

our physics is telling me i’m exactly where

i should be.

because if i were anywhere else

or any when else

i would be right here for the sunrise

which is when i realize

the person who that poem was for is gone

long gone

from my stewing mind and listless eyes

gone from my dreams

and my heart, thank god

not that i never loved you

truly i did

but not i’m in love with this shadow

and is danes on the wall

its pattern looks like lace

from the breezy aspen leaves its passed

to land on the wall above my morning sofa

arriving from the cosmos.

now the lace is gone

and a bright pane is in it’s place

but like you like myself

it wasn’t the lacey shadow i loved

but the rising sun itself.

…continue?