My raging soul

blazed in wildfire

of you as I flew

to the sun

half-naked in

warm embrace,

pointing the rays

of the gold

at those who will

meander with me

in slice of heaven

spread at my feet.

The wind veers,

the fog hunkers in

as I reach for the age

I’ll someday be,

asleep in the arms

of gun metal night,

seeing a footprint

tucked along coastline

as I ascend into

your moistened eyes

in moon struck goodbyes.

I must tread alone

while loved one rests

in peaceful berth

beneath marble slab

but someday I’ll see

life has not ended -

it has only changed

to an endless truth.

What I see

When I peer

Into the crystal ball

That is

My bed, when rising

My mirror, before makeup

My roots, uncolored

My hunger at 4:30pm

My exhaustion at 7:30pm

Is what can be-

Someday

Every day

An older me!

Someday.

They said it like a promise they don't intend to keep. Someday we'll leave this town.

And I tally all the hours I work in the dirt.

Mama swore to me so many years ago.

But I'm still counting.

Someday.

I have my doubts of its existence.

Maybe it's just a word to distract me from the misery.

The same as"okay" or "it is well."

And we never really mean it.

Someday.

Mama boasted of my potential,

claimed I was capable for more than laundry and cooking

but I sit by the river with a dressing gown,

never knowing what if it's true.