tomorrow
i sit in the garden of good
and evil
and wonder if i’ve witnessed
enough
the quiet and beauty
of the garden
stands in dark contrast
to the cruel corners
of a violent
planet
i sometimes wonder
how the sunrise
will hit the acropolis
a thousand years from now
wonder in what way
i’ll be able to archive it
and recall it
again and again
(i’ve witnessed the birth
and near drowning death
of a child
only to be brought back to life
by a breath
i never knew existed)
as i sit in the garden
i understand there is more
to accomplish
on the other side of the hill
understand there will always be more
on the other side
where the fish jump
and the mountains climb
where promises sometimes
fall short
and recklessness
is always welcome
just like sound is neither
past nor present
there is no more tomorrow
there is only the garden
december two thousand twelve
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