Not Yet

It’s not quite

The right time

To be full on

In our brash return

To life

So we wait

Cooped up in our domestic jungles

A sleepy bungalow

And wait for the next day

The next fact

The next phase

So go ahead and

Take today

From Now On

From now on

I will be better

At what I do

From now on

I will let go

Of what I can’t undo

From now on

I will look ahead

From now on

I will finish the things I’ve said

From now on

I will put my best forward

From now on

It’ll be ever onward

Poems for a Poet

Poems are for the poets

Surely not for me

“Words” are a better fitting

In the way I see

Although it has no pretense

No context

Or clearly guided path

I am just a homeless man

Not a gifted Sylvia Plath

Putting words to a paper

As fast as I can

There is no plan or arrangement

Just the connections made

And dues still to be paid