Look Around

Get up
under the sheet metal sky
and get moving.
Every day peels
a vellum page
out of
a book of seasons
and throws it
on the fire.
Can't get
that one back.
Can't get
any of them back.
Let them go
and find another.
Every tomorrow
meets its end in yesterday.
Take more time
because that's the only
thing you've got
to take for your own.
Let go
of the hooks
that rope you down
in soul draining struggle.
Look around.
You are moving
in the constant swirl
of an unfathomable gyre,
an exploding lotus bloom
that never starts beginning
and cannot end.