My Tomorrows

25th September 2022

My tomorrows departed,
my living for another day, my sacrifices,
…they lie with others now,
with their youth and energy,
by the sweat of their brow.

I continue to look inside (more quietly now),
dissecting that that was,
searching for what will be,
elusive ends, I cannot see.

I am concerned that from the precipice I will tread,
not understanding the why,
living day to day,
still, locked in the fray.

…this …now my dread.

Taoist Carvinges,
Baiyun Termple,
Lanzhou, Xinyang, Chinal.