Presence Unwrapped

I keep trying to

wrapeverythingup

neat-like
 
 
~with a bow~

knowin’ the variables

and all 3 w’s

for

t,

t,

‘n

t

–today, tomorrow, an’ then

like I know my own name,

but I can’t and what

can you

wrap up, really…

besides burritos,

peasant skirts,

and plastic…

–an ace bandage only braces

a sprain,

and has to be removed

and wrapping up remains

for that time

time is truly over,

and even gift wrap

–with its trappings

of

mind,

material,

&

imagination

~complete with elusive bow~

is destined for the shredder.

So, maybe its okay that everything is just…

there.

Unaccounted for,

unorganized,

unplanned,

and unbowed

–there.

a rap song

in the background…

unwritten,

but known.