Waiting For Another Day

Waiting For Another Day
February 3, 2004

all quiet,
here in the place of the missing self.
I went fishing
and met a fish too big to catch.
I let it go,
and returned to my solitary boat.

there will be better tales,
by and by,
when I and I
have a chance to gather ourselves.

when you're a poet,
few expect you to make sense.
sometimes that's a blessing.

all veiled in the madness,
a clearer vision waits
for another day.