Hereafter
dip of hand
leaves a swirl
of satin ribbon
that snakes across
a lake in morn
where ripples
even out
to edge
like wrinkles
from a made-up bed
and night is nigh
as warm you were
and waking
and stirred your cup
and drunk the dreg
and fore you left
you said
later and after
like there would be
later and after
but ribbons unravel
end to end
so, if you’re waiting
for a lull
in the lake
that is your life
don’t dally the day
twilling later and after
for nothing is more
than here
than now
TL