Not Forever

I rush headlong, No, feet first, Through life, Like every day Is an everyday, And there will be more Where that one came from.

Enough time, I say, Tomorrow and tomorrow.

Then tomorrow’s shadow Scatters ashes in the light.

I beat them, Dust from an old rug, Motes floating freely, Settling on the surface Of my night.

Hold on, I say. Today, today’s Like any other day.

But yesterday Becomes tomorrow. Black flakes fall, Accumulate, Drift through open doors Cling to windows, A curtain on the moon.

There will remain Nothing to see, Nothing to be, Nothing at all.