Poem

Uncorked the past flows
The present diminishes.
There is no future
In the bottle.


Pieces of
Everything.
Perceptions of
Somethings.
Validation of
Important things.
Ignorance of
Lesser things.
Blown tossed and strewn
Thrown up awaiting gravity
They land where they will
In each person's life.
Never the same place.
Never the same time.
Sometimes the same pieces.
Never the same order.
All forming realities
That do not exist.

The signs of your 
    passing
Are everywhere
    Leaving
Marks in abundance
    Shallow
Where you moved fast
    Deep
Where you stood.

Some signs blur with
    Time
Rains and winds 
    Scatter
All but the memory 
    Gone.
There are new 

Water down a parched throat 
     splashes
The cool taste 
     lingers
The cracked lips 
     do not sting -
It is not water, 
     it is sand
The mirage of 
     thirst
The quest for the clay grail 
     to 
Hold water.

It did not come here