Waiting in the Wings

I’m lost

Planning or remembering

I don’t remember

And plans are disappointments

Waiting in the Wings

Life is what happens

When you’re making them

You’re home

I can hear your typewriter

Click-clacking

You know

One becomes a writer by writing

And so you devote morning to what you know

Aim high

Let go

We’ll never know

What we’re doing here or when we’re gonna die

Time is only wasted trying to know why

To be kind

Truly kind

Is radical

Aim high

Let go

We’ll never know

How close we are

To what we love

There’s no meaning but the meaning you create

And no end to all the things that you can make

To be kind

Truly kind

Is radical

Watch you laughing while you sleep

Things look funny in your dreams

I’ll never know

Where you go

Or what you think

And at night I curl into

The soft animal of you

And fall asleep

Just to dream

Another day.