Space in time

I didn’t stop to question

What the sky and clouds


Of the way I looked today

I didn’t stop to ask the

Flowers whose shade

I replicate upon my lips,

If they don’t mind

My appropriating their

Colour culture

Didn’t pause the slowing river

To ask if maybe I

Chose the right way to go

Am I flowing

To what I accepted was my path

Of love to return to

But man,

The most selfish and conceited and…

What if we’ve never been good?