I’m not confident in our world having future,

But I’m not worried about it.

I’m worried about trivial things,

Like if I’ll have to send another e-mail seeking volunteers,

Or if people will read this and think of a slam poem.

I spent the day being productive and now I’m home.

My vision quivers nowadays,

A pulse to the left and right,

A shiver until I blink it away.

I breathe deeply nowadays,

Avoided in times past

From stigma of cliché,

And I will things to let themselves pass.

Like a handkerchief caught on a branch of a log

Fallen into flowing water, deep breath and wait

FEB 17 – 2014 - Vancouver