Solid As solid as my children's solace Sleeping without a thought of now. Forgetting to brief breathe, trust. Counting on me now. Me now. Now me. Soil marked for tomorrow.
What was I thinking? What styrofoam grail did I worship? What glorious future did I think broke the gold day? When did I think things were supposed to be how? What were those deep thoughts obscured by trivia that wasn't really you?
