A Fleet of Moments

Sailing in the wind

searching for the aft

in too-fro

 two-four time

 

lost gone

 both seconds

and

now have passed

 

when choice

had not courage

to find deep

its voice

 

and spoken knots

were all

that tongues

could unwind

 

fare laid on tables

platitude’s plates

with goblet greed

chin

set ‘gainst fate

 

with singular point

of focus

 me

 

where the capital M

barbs the wired fence

 

for brothers know

longer are

 

You are U

And not I

 

yet at end

all must die

 

colours and flags

their tattered

tattoos

 fly

 

else to pause

and pose

that dreadful,

dreadful, why

 

 And that fleet of moments

 

weighs anchor

to measure twice

and cut

but one

 

live we must

with all

we’ve

done

 

the sorrow

of tomorrow

comes fast

in seems

 

threadbare

on cloth

in sand grain’s

flow

 

knit one

pearl one

out of all

has beens

 

 time pinches

the eggs

quick

quick, slow

 

He said that

Aesop’s foibles

are all ours

to stow

 

And the fleet of moments

sails by

so

quick,

quick

……slow

 

where only

is the

single

If

 

A jury

on a

wasted

life

 

a mantram

and a

present

 

found not

on blade’s

sharpest

knife

 

for eyes

that cannot see

the fleet of moments

 

they,

they

hear not me

 

gone they are

with  n’er return

 

I wonder

will I

ever

learn?