Today
(and it will soon be yesterday
and then then and at last long ago)
but today
was something new and untouched.
It existed on its own
blooming into being
somewhere along the gap of night
which exists between the reality of yesterday
and all the thousand same before
and this new separate thing
all strange and glowing with foreign light.
I woke into today
with one strip of light across my lips.
It pulled me, a gentle tugboat
drawing me from this ocean of sleep
and into this new created port
to rest and revive
before the long dive back among the dark waves.
Today I walked the long pier
with the light stripping away the salt
from my deep dreams
and arrived.
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