NOT LIVING IN THE NOW
Wide awake well before dawn,
waiting for mourning doves
to lull me back to sleep.
Can’t stop
thinking about tomorrow,
a tomorrow full of sorrow
that may never come.
There is only one certain fact
that makes my fingertips numb
from drumming on the back
of my classical acoustic guitar.
I play Segovia and go for a swim
in the timeless sea of tranquility.