We sleep
some may even rest
while others sleepless
lie thinking about
tomorrow

We listen
to the silent streets
proclaiming our lives
are indoors now, and now,
but not tomorrow

We live
in this, our moment,
as all we have,
our precious now, is now
not tomorrow

We open
to the what and how
our lives are this 
knowing each day, today,
is not tomorrow 

Living

If I can 
see the dawn
even in pain
then all is 
well and I have 
received a gift

If I can
go out 
and feel the breeze 
on my face
then I have received
a gracious gift 

If someone 
knocks
on my door
and is welcomed in
then for me this is
a wonderful gift

If I wake up
tomorrow 
and I can breathe
then this 
is the gift of life
to be cherished

This

Deep sadness close to despair 

Can’t find a reason to be
Feels like I’m adrift 
alone on a darkening sea
Lights have gone out one by one
Then three at a time, leaving no-one 
anywhere near:
shadows gathered around the sun
There’s not even a breathe of wind
Only a dreadful lonely stillness, 
the kind that feels empty but not 
peaceful
If I dig down a bit I can feel;
but it’s all too much.
Like diving to the bottom of the sea; 
and having to struggle back up 
just so I can breathe
At least I still 
want to breathe 
Maybe there is some trick in that
30 November 2019