Sonic Boom

sonic boom. in my heart. a collapse. an end. an unsuspecting beginning. 

those Sonic visits pure in pace, perfect tempo. vital. 

i'll fade away as fast and deep in the abyss as the booming love conceived. he won't fade so hastily. my time is secure. indelible pieces of him stick to the walls of my heart. weight bearing walls. 

what doesn't stick; things done wrong. things never done. the future does not allow. the past is relentlessly unforgiving. 

the future holds...

books. chapters. pages. words. 

thoughts of; empty pages. words never written, never spoken. letters not played. stories not told. 

the future holds...

another day, that drags just as slow. deceleration. 

but alas, tomorrow, perhaps opportunities abound. 

This Same Sun

Opportunity again
This day like the last
Under the same sun that rose and preceded me,
The very light shone on each before us

With which few embraced

But I've done little to deserve such time
I, instead, fail and fall short.
My rare rising oft feels to beget the falling.
Of what's intended in this daily offering
I mostly ignore.

What's done this day no separate from my past
But I and the sun will rise tomorrow,
Graced and grateful
Allowed to live again
Beneath God's gold light.

(photograph: © Katherine C. Fleming, Pine Knoll Shores Winter Sunset, 2009)