The sun quietly spilled it’s warm liquid upon the earth
and ran along the ground like an ocean wave upon the shore
Lifting sleeping corn stalks along the way,
Flowing down the gravel road to the gate outside my house
lifted up the latch, came up on the front porch and rang the doorbell
I would’ve got up to answer it but I was too tired
I didn’t get much sleep last night thinking about the meetings I had scheduled today
One with Future
One with Past
I dreaded the first most since he doesn’t talk much. His silence unnerves me
The second seems to take the longest since he never seems to shut up.
He just goes on and on about what could’ve been.
Remaining in bed, I decided I’d leave Future waiting.
Past, I’m sure would just reschedule.