Poetry Sample

Hunting Tomorrows

I’m hunting tomorrows,

            And they never come easy.

Slimy, wispy little buggers they are.

            Always sliding from my grasp,

            Always just out of reach,

            Always demanding:

                        “Fight for me!”

                        “Yearn for me!”

                        “EARN ME!!”

And—so provoked—

            The trek toward tomorrow continues

As does

the struggle

            to escape

                        today’s grasp.

To wrench from its desperately clinging clutches

The life that presses

            Forever onward

            Forever forward—

Hunt down every tomorrow

Until they are no more.