For Now

Maybe the rain won't wash all the grime away.
Maybe you can't continue switching wagons
Once the wheels fall off the one you're on.
Maybe the dog won't live forever.
Maybe the man falls because he doesn't want to fly.

Atlas sighs.

Close your eyes tight
Until I can show you the shore,
The ocean forever spreading,
Although we know it has an end.

Even this is cooked and floats away,
Now only clouds locked on land,
Spread out fluid,
Temporary.

Meanwhile,
The water is cool covering our toes,
The waves slush in a hypnotic ebb,
The sunset is splashed across the ripple tips
And stretched in brilliant auburn
As far as we can see.

- 8/2/12