I'd planted one foot in my past, away,
The other fishing 'round a future year;
But I had only wasted my today,
So I must now regain my footing here.
Just-after-sunset I have just enjoyed,
Despite the gnats that nip upon my ear;
Magenta-orange waves upon the tide
Submerge and cleanse regret and far-off fear.
Perception of the Big Man’s soulful sax
In this forever-never-then of now:
I think not what my soul's connection lacks,
But revel, revelations to allow.