“Tomorrow” (a poem by KPKeelan)


We mistake our opulent palaces of ice

for mansions of solid stone,


the sun will come up tomorrow

just because

it did yesterday,

and the day before,

and the day before that…

But predictability is an empty promise.

Each moment we experience

is predicated upon the illusion of tomorrow.

Surely tomorrow,

the pieces will fall into place;

from the perspective of tomorrow

it will all make sense.

So we turn our sights

on the coming dawn

and place our faith in a moment that may never come.

And the sun that warms us

can melt our homes of suspended water

and turn us to dust.


© KPKeelan

(4- 20- 12)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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