Mosquito Wings

Looking through the same empty drawers,

rummaging for an escape

as if the answers would somehow surface

from nothing

to dress my blank face.



Oh, with yesterday

came the hope for tomorrow

because today is always trapped

in the middle.



But such is the case:

perspective shifts with time

and one moment is merely

retrospect for the next.



As we flap

mosquito-like wings

to the fleeting beat

of the maddeningly finite.

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Jessica R.'s picture

That second stanza really hit home. It's something I thought about recently - how I live in tomorrows and yesterdays, never today.

But the piece as a whole is quite AP-worthy.