the day’s drudgery plods along

disrupted infrequently

by an anti-climactic pause—

the end is no nearer, nor

farther away than it was

minutes or years ago

it’s always right here

on the cusp of a wave

crashing toward a distant star

any change that changes changes

without a melodramatic laugh

in a quickly-twirled mustache

I am here, as you are there

but only until we are not

(April 11, 2023)