Given Enough Time

there are fourteen crossings
between here and there
pick one, just one
you will, of course, regret your choice
you always have,
given enough time
we all do,
given enough time
but today is your lucky day.
this you will remember
until Thursday becomes Friday
by the weekend your joy
will begin to thin and
the face in the mirror
will question certainty itself

It's Time

          Counting hours, minutes
                                  A walk on a razor's edge
                    The birth of a child

April

April is here
A third of the year has passed,
And I can’t tell you where it’s gone.
 
Each day breaks,
Crashing over me,
And I tumble endlessly.
 
Be here, now.
Be here, with the swell
Riding the crest, floating.
 
Oh, those days are as rare as the perfect wave.