Kurt Philip Behm

The Present Uncharted

Empty Road Signs

 

Time takes on

a dimension

only time can understand

 

It’s a long long way

from being lost

to anywhere

 

The present stays

uncharted

like the fulcrum of a dream

 

Tomorrow

an empty road sign

— its message to portend

 

***

 

Turning The Latch

 

Is anything more prescient

than a window

open wide

Awaiting sun

or moonlight

and the wind that blows outside

Its latch when turned

inviting

unlocked it puts in play

The ingress

and the egress

— of every passing day

 

***

 

We All Share

 

There’s a comfort

in dying

that death can’t provide

 

Assured

of an ending

where conflict subsides

 

We all share

in common

the end of the road

 

Where time

has no meaning

— pain left to implode

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)