I count them as I
sense the day
ahead resound as waves
slap on the shore of dreams.
This will be done,
Then that.
Things put in order
no less sure than
Homer's recitation
of the ships
of Agammemnon
Or the fleet of Odyesseus.
This will be done
and taken care of
Sure as the ripple
of an ocean breeze
brings waves on the sea,
These chicks,
they peck their beaks
through the opaque
filaments of life
Ready to break open
a world of possibility
with rewards.
