there will be time

to dig through the basement and unearth the useful.


to write them and ask, to write them and let them know.


to put it all in ziplock baggies.


to stop and stretch.  to fill the lungs.


to roll the clothes inside each other.


to leave things as they are, and not to wonder
how they will change in a string of days.




and after coffee, then water.
and after water, food.
and after food, motion.
and after motion, rest.


only in the middle can i see the before and after.  only in the midst. 
and then the will-be and the were don't matter.


no goodbye, no hello, just recognition
no going-over-last-night,
no how-will-it-be,
just today.


i run towards tomorrow because i like the way it makes my legs feel,
i like the way the cold air almost hurts when it fills my lungs.
i take long steps to stretch my hips.


there is no need to miss you.
to feel far.
we have always been, and so we are.
together, apart, together.


moving within
without
and burning
burning 
bright little suns