When this word arrives, it’s a mistaken identity
As with importance, there is no calamity
Perhaps there’s an action, might ought do take
But there’s no critical hurry, even when there’s a snake
Slowly the flow of this river too wide
Shoreline elbow leads me from side to side
I didn’t start it in headwaters clear
And I won’t be the finish, brackish ocean pier
But while I’m in transit, canaling the locks
My feet tickle ‘neath me, furtive to rocks
Beyond the beyond irrelevance rules
For here and in now, plenty of tools
Carpentry deep, engaged to the clock
Watching the steep, tea-kettle stock
Foreign exchange shoppe for money sweet
Maybe tomorrow, as I’ve got this quite neat
Run or long walk, I’m not anywhere soon
Arrivals do balk
Departure to moon
Roman Ryan 