not yet there

the new day threatens downpours that never eventuate. i am procrastinating with the sky.

our divinations are mere consellations. a kaliedoscope of meanings transposed onto events. a way to move us from then to now. later remains elusive, flashing in corners like headlights on a winding road.

i am dousing my mind in every elixer i know to keep myself from falling asleep at the wheel. content to muddle through hours in silent company; i am pressed up against the notations of life as it is.

these lists beckon beyond my sanctuary
i am reaching
not yet there