New because it is

speaking these written words
don’t sound quite right.
the tip of the tongue
outmaneuvers this pen.
however,
the pen corrects the
slips a tongue lives.
present unrequited safety in time,
wrote by reflection,
borne of changing moments.
look back to gauge
a way forward,
modifying each step
to current rhythms.

Wayward sailing to sink

it started out
as a minor bump
slowly, methodically
with rhythmic reverberations
this bump
founded a crack
a hairs width
nothing to worry about
bump, bump
the crack fractured
rooting like a tree
still, no need to worry
this is all very minor
being gently pushed
has no effect
split in all direction
the slow pulsing waters
pressure a hole
okay, so some water
is trickling in but
i’ve got some buckets
big enough to scoop
out such amounts
then a storm hits
surprise
what started out as a
hair line crack has
evolved into a gap
stability compromised
the hull breached
water now gushes
in restless torrents
how did this happen
it was just a minor crack
i’m now sailing on a sinking
ship that i’ve sunk
i could blame the
ship builders for not
making a stronger ship
but i ignored the minor
repairs until i was drowning
to late for fixes and no
sense in abandoning ship
i’m at fault and will
sink with what i’ve got