The window to your world dulled
with unconscious residue.
The present conditioned by the past.
Sometimes, the machinations of life clutter, clog and stall.
You can’t tell the main course from dessert.
Time for an aperitif; a timeless moment
before clearing the table and beginning again.
I like what I see, my future in me.
As my thoughts turn to infinite possibilities
the days grow longer now with winter passing