Tomorrow Is A Mountain

Steps lumber from the weight
a walk like if on death row.
That cloud before me engulfs
matters not where I go.

Tomorrow is a mountain
today, blindly following the trail.
Seems more like yesterday
a haunting lied to tale.

My feet sink in the mire
pressures squeezing tight.
The effort to keep them moving
a nightmare in daytime light.

My body feels drained
strength sapped to the edge.
Nothing gets any clearer
than promises I pledged.

No time for thinking
emotions on automatic pilot.
Love threads thru the fibers
like a huge needle eyelet.

Never felt the degredation
the trauma to keep all going.
After all these years of loving
tide wash away the knowing.

There's but one thing
soothing this yeoman ache.
Knowing love remains firm
bursting like an earth quake.

Finding the power to step on
and not langer in the filth.
Proudly, head above the clouds
can't give up nor wilt.
 
Del Cano 2007 January