Hoping to catch up further on Napowrimo tonight. But til then, here’s my yesterday’s news.

Reworked from a 2013 found poem
Ride the waves of time
children, tidal, can’t be held
can’t be tied to the now.
Move into time
where adulthood rides
the surge of change
when death and sorrow
come to call
hiding in a trunk
of joy.
Like pandoras box
you can’t go back
the innocence lifted
at the lid opening.
All the ills of the grownup
world spill out
of the jeweled case.
Enveloping you
enveloping time.
Til there’s nothing left
but salt stains on your cheeks
and the hope
lying hidden
at the bottom
of a box of rain.