Intimate Glimpse

Cheese-grater-life; saltwater gifts.

This is Yesterday
Can't grasp it; like silken,
vespers. I want to touch,
purity and unity, and, and,
...make a difference, I,
lost my way, I, struggle.
In my twenties-daughter,
and fiance-,
Death and Progress,
found an estranged,
Daughter and Deceased,
Beloved, Both.
Yet, that was yesterday.
I'm old now, a clown.
Frowning at my own,
inequities.
Tell you what; try,
digging,
through everything,
you own in a Value-mart,
become homeless.
Pick through valuables-
or, what you thought,
they'd be-laying drenched,
in a perpetual Oregon,
downpour.
Pick it up, make a saga-
like me, and turn,
shit, into sunshine-
your life is only yours:
Pour Everything You,
Got Into,
Everything,
You Are.
And Everything,
You,
Are,
Will Shine,
Upon You.
-JDK