Tic Toc Poem by Cee Bea

as I tic tock,
trying to manage
and hold back the hands
that turn endlessly in a mockery of
my now well heeded thought,
that time is only a reference point
to when and what

I can neither excuse nor condemn myself
for self sustaining loves and losses.

I will and do begin the browbeating
daily at 6 accompanied by
a cup of fresh ground and
self loathing

Ahhh but to be a poet and to see
the world through the blue
crystalline clouded eyes that I
call my own, to love often
to be found by none
while I gallivant across
the wild west, calling to arms
all whom would be noble
and enjoy Ice cream

Tomorrow will come
if not here in flesh or body...
then in spirits I will chase forever
akin to and with
the rising winds, looking down
smiling and wondering why more
-don't try to fly.