Lines From Alachua: Words I plan…

Is it always when, and if,
And someday with you, too?
Planning, not living, it’s
What we do.
We dock at looming ports,
Dismiss the present, the is, the are, prefer
The imminent for the immanent.

We’re frantic to be free
Of now’s stifling stasis, though
Its lessons freely felt; now’s treasure
Left unpacked, is put aside, left behind,
Our treasure unexplored
At the only home that fits.

We trade now for next; will do
For does; as soon as for present peace,
Estarémos por Estámos.

Staring at that we cannot see,
We hope our go-to (whatever is), sates
The need and lack that feeds our fears,
Our cravings, our commerce, and our
Dreams though those, in sleep,
Arrive in present tense.

According to Victor Hugo…
“The human heart cannot abide a vacuum.”*

Just so…
This pining poetic space,
With its tug and pull
Of need for you, pending reader,
To scan, and ponder, and learn
To fill that void,
Is my bottled message
Already set adrift on fantasizing seas
With lines I one day plan to pen.
*Les Miserables