new week

new week
looking to the work
much to do
little time
always all ways
garden springing
there it is
time
masquarading as the future
i resist living there
i know that there is only now
like many
i live in the world of
when i get this then ...
no work
forces me to worry
worry does nothing
so i sit inside my morning words
waiting
like the root and branch wait
like the hungry spider waits
like the gentle flowering
like the last day

i cannot hold to the past
or know what is to come
i can only move
as my path moves
no more no less

glad to be
happy with what i have
home