water

the static gray day.
i fiddle with my mind’s dials.
no happy channel.

start is always slow.
like ploughing through heavy snow.
the path is ungroomed.

looking into time
trying to undo the crime.
fast is the future.

time has memory
like a bitter scorned woman.
live appropriately.

jumping in the deep.
hoping to find the wild things.
living from inside.

if looking backwards
helps better steer the future.
hope is all but lost.