Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part five

Photo by William J Spirdione

So who am I fooling; where am I now?
Where is this voice that hides behind my eyes?
Of who is who says I to me somehow.
To make a clean escape, I must be wise.

As I can’t tell what’s past and what’s to come.
To swim with glee under Antarctic ice,
With plumes of rising, dancing, methane from
our long lost home of nature’s sacrifice.

Pencil, paper, Lamplit dim room, old desk,
my wife brings me coffee, children singing.
How long ago, how far away, grotesque.
I have five eyes, and my tears are stinging.

Inexorable swim, forever home,
I’ll lose myself in all, my self still roams.

To be continued…