Sometime

Sometime tomorrow

Beyond today

I arrive

Into a new found place

And a land bent on acceptance

And with a will for my existence

To thrive

And so this I

Will try

Hearing and breathing out this tanka

Let the breath of this

And my sound of self breathing

Be a reminder

Of how this beating heart needs

To be a beat and a breath

So little, now

So little exists

In this day and age

Which is not of man

Or about us

Or intended for

The most distraction of most

And I see this as now

So much so

A more problem than ever

Since our need is no longer connection at all

But the devil which we now know

As distraction

Known

The space beneath the fading stars

Quiet moon-waves

Sounds of night just above

Circle down and around

This upward looking head of mine

And suddenly

I am transported

And neither here nor there

But as a weightless leaf

Or a feather in flight

I am now lifted beyond

And raised up into the bright

Sonar-ish glow

Of this lonesome sky

Satellite

Where the atmosphere is born

I breathe

Such a me, is me

All the uncertainties of before

Culminating into

A sea of responsibilities now

Is no less, or more, welcome to me

As I was back then

So I still am still

And yet I’m more

And more and more

For such a me

Is me

My mind, my heart

This heart

This mind

Would carry on

Regardless of is

And when

And would be

Whatever

And if need be

Find

A new way of being

Perhaps

But

But never the same

For sure

Would it ever be

Having once been

With you

And still

I am unmoved

Even in thought

Saria

Just yup

Pleased to see

Are these one another’s

Before me now

Content

To turn

And embrace

And disengage

And then to return

To their lives of two and one

So then

They are

And before me are still - some form of one

Yup

Dreams alive anew

Dreams alive

Pass by more quickly

Than blinks of eyes

And beats of hearts

Can ever count

And we

As those who see

And live

And breathe

Are

The caretakers of these moments and memories

Until forever is just a dream

And a mind becomes

A kind of earth

Midst one again

And then some

New

All at one in service

Are we not all

In service to either

Ourselves

Or others

All at once

Or one time for

Just one or the other?

Perhaps

And yes

Most of us that is

And the few who

Tend to get stuck in between social contracts

If a man is undone

If a man

As one thing

Finds himself

Without a certain need

An inborn desire

Or somehow without a cause of being

They

As surely as he is a man

He is probably home

Be it with his make or un

For we men I find

Are always on something

In some way

Or concerned with someone

Be it only ourselves

And so this will be our way

Until this mortal

Metal molded coil

Is undone

Under the aging sun

All places fade

And with even sunlight

Decrease

And give way to time

And moisture

And a lack of care which comes quietly and slow

So this is our lives

And these our times

Until they’re not

Until all care has gone astray

And another vision has become

Somehow sought

Art in eyes, a haiku

Admiration is

When without possession felt

Mere Art I find out

My focus will always be on

I am not so blind as to think

That where I am

Is somehow approaching

The topic of better or best

Instead

I choose

To focus and be set

On the form of truth that is

Where I am is not me

But a part of me none the less

It is

And someday was

A haiku I would

If I could just once

Recommend and use these words

To make change, I would

Into night, a tanka

How quickly we move

From this life left to the right

Just as time itself

Plans and plays its way though us

So mornings move into night

With a forward being

No wishful way

Has worked its way

Into the road tiles of my heart

Just yet

As try and try

Are but an engine of mine

And with a forward being

I intend to always be

Never alone

And our us in these never still

Nor ever will

Find time

Make sure that time

Doesn’t elude or escape

In pursuit of happiness

Such as this

Lest you find find out that

It is far behind you and so

You never made time

In a celebratory way

Such as this

Through it for who

Time and space

The synchronous being of be

Should always in a sense

Be

Respected for where they are

For who they’ve been

And for what they will

Ultimately

Become

Through time and space

Applied

Always grow

Consider your heart

Where it was at

And then

If you do not care for

All the places it has been

It is simple

Live elsewhere

And grow

Into a new future far away

Keeping only the treasures

Throwing the failure far

Into a former daytime

Away

And grow

Always grow

Learning like, a haiku

A man can learn most

And from himself always try

And learn even more