The day after the day after
you know, the day before yesterday
like a fog steaming up the landscape–
the gooey air of the briny coast,
cloaking the soul of my promises.
I wish for a life ring from the Nautilus.
Viscous distractions are making murky memories
of my intentions, paving new paths of failure
in the synapses of my mind. But then a foghorn
blasts sonic waves of encouragement,
And ultraviolet sun-rays begin the process
of redemption. Clattering ores silence,
slip overboard to slice, to displace
heavy water and seaweed tangled thoughts.
With my reserve armies, I begin the homeward
paddling, and tomorrow, oh blessed tomorrow,
becomes the day before the day after,
and the dulled horizon now brightens ahead.