​Tomorrow has no choice:
It must come,
even if it could wish to stay away from
​what it will be.

​...

Looking up from the present into the future,
we see it
approaching, not hurrying, not slowing
down, regardless

of our fears or hesitation;
our holding on
to wishing it away or over with:

'No!'

​No good willing this moment to be longer & outlast
the rest. 
Tomorrow pushes
it back
​
and arrives,

after multiple warnings and
in spite of
all our preparation,

still turning out to be
the tomorrow
we never thought would come. 

It
​has no choice.

...

Does anybody know the way
back to the frangipani trees?

5.

Their egg-yellow flower centers
​& velvetpinkwhiteyellow petals
burn incense to the fairy-godmothers
of flowers and poetry
​& lead me by the nose;
​(convincing me nightly to leave the living room
in search of their fragrant memories
​& subconscious moments).

Roses open here at day-ends
and breathe out their poemspells,
blushing
us with pleasure
​& drawing out (at last)
little hideaway smiles
at ourselves
​from our petrified dream faces.

Even the day-butterflies
​fly at night here;
​fluttering in my hair
and tickling the air around
​my flickering eyes.

My dreams are too close to me today;

on top of me - not moving:
like thick summer air - not breathing,

but wobbling and flowing,
​making my hidden life vibrate and seep

​through my clothes, onto my skin,
making my face shine and my eyes burn,
making me sleepy and tired and restless.

I can't move
or sit quietly.

Even my heart begins to wobble
and flows from my eyes.

My dreams are too close to me today;

​too blurry, too heavy, too liquid,
too much like hot air:

going up without me
​and sticking still around me.
​

Tomorrow has no choice:
It must come,
even if it could wish to stay away from
​what it will be.

​...

Looking up from the present into the future,
we see it
approaching, not hurrying, not slowing
down, regardless

of our fears or hesitation;
our holding on
to wishing it away or over with:

'No!'

​No good willing this moment to be longer & outlast
the rest. 
Tomorrow pushes
it back
​
and arrives,

after multiple warnings and
in spite of
all our preparation,

still turning out to be
the tomorrow
we never thought would come. 

It
​has no choice.