Meal Time #poem by Jan Sand

I cannot eat tomorrow with a spoon,
Nor,
With a fork and knife consume
What life is left for me
To see and hear what might appear,
Then drain away to make room
For something else to presume.

There is, of course, a parity
Within this come and go,
A continuity of the one to two to threes
That glues the momentaries
Into continuities
Where small bites of nights
And days connect to direct the temporal
Consumptions.

The sums of somes and others precipitates
Into memories that redecide amongst themselves
How to guess at expectations
Frequently incorrect but worth a try.
This is how we patternize surprises,
Initiate enterprises to fumble through the jungle
Where tigers and mice lurk to amuse destiny.

There are, of course, snakes and butterflies and bees
Among the trees to curl and buzz and flutter
Among the blossoms.
Life is just a short while,
So it’s wise to hold in reserve
That useful smile to assist
That soon we will fade away
And not be missed.