i suspect my mind
of playing tricks on itself.

it only feels like this morning
that i walked from Butler
adjusting to morning light
with an unfinished paper.

where have the days gone?
too much has happened
in too fast a pace
for me to remember at all.

i do recall wearing a tie
and then a suit – the bathing kind –
with cuff links to show off
and a pair of white sneakers.

did i see the skies of the West?
walking around a bay city
then returning to the island
and its humidity of reality.

still uncertain what to do
and all plans are ad hoc,
even the ones the dollar
doesn’t even figure.

yes, it’s ultimately about
a somebody somewhere
and sadly it’s not here
but she’ll be back soon.

were they good exercises
of arranging letters
in different combinations?
how about substance?

i’m grateful for everything
and perhaps they sometimes
outweigh the feeling at hand
but sleepless, i’m helpless.

all the main characters
of this season are gone
to their own worlds
while i sit on the set alone.

but i don’t mind it at all.
it’s still just too fast.
the next thing you know,
leaves will turn colorful.