Today

On a date
long long ago;
balancing us on
the plane of
probability,
they decided
today we
shall mourn.

To pitter-patter,
I woke up suicidal
today. It was raining
and the television
was on. Someone was
calling my name;
I felt the
scrawl marks on my
bedpost. Struggles
had spawned me today.

Those tulips I had
bought sat by my bed;
dimming in the greying
light. 'hardy spring-
blooming bulbs that rival
the daffodil in
popularity.'* It
was summer. They
breathed in huddles,
soft petals, moist,
clinging on in
reassuring whispers.
Destiny had caught
up with me.


Long long ago
today. Reassuring
whispers, in the
absence of those
lost, were all
that could heard.



* From Gardenguides