to the wondering

now
i have to say 
from abandoned sac base to sock drawer
from pallets to paladins
from tears to that last lost touch
goodnight now
goodnight to all the nows
that drove off down the interstate
now is for the living 
but a wake for the waking
the future a harbor for ghosts
history a pastiche 
of tainted trivia in vinyl suits
or mold and cracking leather
a breaking wave fingers reaching
from silent hopes curling drying
imagined posterity or grace
or just a dry cool green moment

lately i hear waves break 
on some tomorrow
do i dare
too late i can''t be stopped
something drifting closer
the earshot before the eyeshot
because the fog
something coming
something coming
say the waves
or the mirage

may there be 
punctuation without puncture
texture without rash

in my falling
may i catch a hand
upon a toughened root
be stopped in a level place
find some perch
where views hold still
enough to open
all around me
because i can do
almost anything
now

may i breath easy
may we start
wondering again