I try to learn, I truly do. But it’s so hard to remember
that betting today on tomorrow is always a bad bet,
that it’s best to steal something that is already yours.

I work at remembering now, this moment,
but it’s slippery and I’ve grown weak with years.
Some day, some blank day when there are no clouds
cluttering the blue and there is so much blue,
dark, deep blue above and paler shades off,
off toward forever, someday I will forget tomorrow.
I will remember now, grasp it, linger over it’s infinite taste,
feel it’s eternal touch.

Ah, the touch!
Exquisite,
intimate,
complete.