Season to season,
Day into night rowing back again in predictable units
Afloat expectations inspired by hope
Instead of experience:
Living is constructed of
Patterns that become tiresome weary tracks where
Trains of intention derail.
Every day, eating feels urgent.
Every day, sleep is essential.
Every day, teeth are cleaned, and though sometimes there is bleeding,
Gnawing and bleary vision,
Wishing for variation, vigorous embracing
Of the now is impotent against
Season to season.