Art by Leonor Fini
I know what I need.
Now . . . and . . . Now.
That is what matters!
Confusion doesn’t bother me.
So, why do I travel the hazy unknown
while gripping onto false assurances of certainty?
I dream of taking to sea in a seamless vessel,
grazing the fusion of water and sky and
breathing in the ocean’s immensity.
Yet, I linger in the covert spaces
between beginning and ending,
between purpose and goal.
I resolve.
I journey.
I flee. A random body on a premeditated ferry.
Where am I going?
Desire unlocks promises of consummation.
I wander inside my imagination.
I lose count of the hours,
the days, the years.
Flight.
Oh, and fantasy!
Come, now! Be present.
A shadow stalks the horizon.
A clock ticks on a cloud.
Here
And now,
Time flees indignantly.
But, Oh, deceitful spirit, I say.
Beware! I, too, am insolence.
And, I am sovereign.
And, I am risen
from this false dream—yours,
not mine!
not mine!
