Sitting Around

sitting on my back deck of hope, I gaze at the universe


around me and wonder how many years or months,


weeks or days, are left for me to witness all that I have


taken for granted in the few brief years of my existence;


sitting underneath the gazebo of desire and wants, I


realize that there is nothing left for me as what I need


most of all is not places and things but life itself and

try to value what little left I have of it here in this space;



sitting in the hot tub of contemplation, I feel the warmth


around me wonder how many minutes are left on the timer,


before a new cycle is begun and I am asked to leave as if


there is a lengthy line waiting to experience the same joys.


17Mar18