There were things I had intended to do
By Charles Kraus cc2013
I waited for my
turn, which was an ineffective method.
I believed in
someday and checked the mail finding only postage due and pamphlets.
There were things I
had intended to do, here, there, elsewhere.
Encounters I had
intended to make. Pursuits. Conversations I assumed would occur.
Adventures to be experienced.
A cumulative
effect, a body of evidence.
Tangled in
concepts, stretched and distorted by obligations, by desires, by possibilities,
by tomorrows, I one day noticed inertia,
recalled vaguely,
that there were things, intentions, achievements, results, withheld.
At sea.
Ultimately, I wish
to float.
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