for now

you dont say the words

and i just never ask

that make me think of time and life

and how now will be the past

 

i think of porch swings and lemonade

and grandfather clocks, the hours

and children’s clay sculptures on mantles

stargazers, daisies, garden, and flowers

 

for now, old age, just an idea

when hands and faces soften and crease

more hiding places for the treasures of a lifetime

a scattered puzzle, collected piece by piece

 

for now, temperance and patience

where we and our forbidden

for now, wise voice and words

where i and you are given

 

for now, i can only muse

follow the story in my head

i’ll always leave the light on

and i’ll follow where i’m led