Lucky Stars

I’ve got all the time in the world, only broken pebbles floating by.
I’ve been paddling out into the night. I’m adrift, and yet I’m not.
I’ve been hoping against hope again, to wash up on the shore.
Thank your lucky stars, you said, and let the light flood in
through your throat and nose and eyes, ergo, it was a new day then,
and though it’s not exactly quite the same place, I’m gonna get there.
I’ll get there.
Carved a faint lemniscate into a ceramic tile I’m clinging to.
I’ve been wondering which way is up. I’ve got ideas, then I don’t.
I’ve been hoping against hope again, to crash land.
Thank your lucky stars, you said, and let the light flood in
through your throat and nose and eyes, ergo, it was a new day then.
and though it’s not exactly quite the same place, I’m gonna get there.
I’ll get there, I’ll get there, I’ll get there…
Or will I?