funny thing is
the older I get
the less important
the future is
the past at last
is where it is
memories go by
way too fast
the whirlpool
surrounds me
where am I
content to be
majestically
the omnipotent
present
fends
in truth
we are all
alone
in the jungle
slithering
sputtering
scraping
searching
sweet love
keeps us
for the one
who waits
age
has
the last
laugh