Friday, August 05, 2016


Mercurial you may think me
Yet I am older than the earth
Younger than tomorrow;
Wiser than hindsight
I delineate the boundary of time
In steps of half delivered dance
There is no time for explanation
Nor ink enough to write it
For why would folly seek solace?
When destiny has named me a fool
In these words there is nothing
But the unfolding of gentle things