Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Ebb (To Try)

Ebb

The
Sun
Goes down
On me, on you
On a little river
Flowing flowing flowing

(by the tree
Watching, viewing, spying)

Whenever wherever however
We think we are free
To babble through cattail below wildflower
Tumbling to greet decay on our shore
Within the divide where we hide
From an angry sun, devouring

(Shade from the vigilant old man
Who lost his way over time
Scarred and hating all he remembers
All he can’t remember)

And what we do flowing to the docks
Not our shelter, biding time
Lapping, licking, lusting
Landfill, warm cover, bathed by evening fire
Crackling, blazing, puffing
The exhumed into the exhaled
Searching, seeking, rising
To the fullest, roundest white glowing
Gleaming a dreaming bay, longing freedom
To search every shore, but settling
Beneath the bedrock to aquifer going
Going, gone by dawn, dissipated lost
To a dry world with dying fauna

I hoped this could be happy
I hoped this could be you and I
I hoped you would see the confluence
Of two rising tides
Didn’t have to settle for a creek
Dry on the pebbled rock

Beneath the limbless man
Rooted rot tilted, spying
Eyeing, knowing we are doom

We are severed from humanity
Any life we could have escaped
Before air no longer could ignite
A single Oak to douse our dark
Internal, eternal, unelagantly
This must die, we will die, no one left
To try



5.8.23
7.30.23 edit

Hmm, shape it, leave it? Nope.
Formerly, ‘To Try’.