today is december second
two thousand and twelve.
i am sitting on top of a mountain
of sorts...
i can see the ocean from here.
a bit of it anyway
through a misty fog.
this is not poetry.
this is simply reported fact.
today is a new day...
not unlike the day before,
but still it's own newness
should not be ignored.
even as i put my suit,
that should be dry cleaned
i suppose,
in the washer...
i work to avoid thinking
about tomorrow
and just enjoy this
mundane moment
for a change.
today is a day
that will never
happen again...
i'm gonna begin
to try to understand
that miracle
for a change
i'm gonna begin
to breathe
for a change
i'm gonna begin
to not be afraid
for a change
but please
don't take it as
the contract
of someone
you are bound
to call a hypocrite...
because maybe this
is just a poem after all
and not fact...
and today is just a day
and i am just a me
and you are just a you...
but i can almost see the ocean...
that is a fact.
and maybe just enough
to begin
again
