time eats me like i do short-stack pancakes
and is as full
after 58 years of chewing on me.

i watch as seconds roll off my daily endeavors
the same as my butter rolls
off the side and to the plate-bottom.

like my fifth grade dreams,
eaten daily by reality's
curtain of velvet thorns.

extrapolating, undulating, my thoughts
wind and unwind, each at a moment's visit,
like a whooshing desert-cool wind.

to capture a moment in savory lust
is to catch the wind, as
my hand returns to me empty.

i try to satisify the changing, inchoate moment
with a nod to the cosmos and
follow each today's tomorrow.

08/27/2005