We each all live, work, and play in three states united; the lands of past, present, and future.
Some dwell in one, some wish to move to there, some even have a beach front view in another.
We may lay roots in one state then in the busyness ignore comings and goings happening elsewhere. Tending to comfort and cozying closer to someone. It’s no direct fault of our own, so it goes.
Some, though, shack up, take shelter. Belayed boards to battle the bad weather end up bars even after the storm leaves. Christmas lights in February, brown lawns unmanicured, evaporated pools unfiltered. Live enough somehow and slowly it’s easier to exist this way.
We live in these states united in different ways, in different times, with different people, with different means, on different schedules, on different expectations.
Some, the bold, stake speculative claims in the best state. If they guess right they relax and wait, claiming blessings from gods to the godless. If they guess wrong we wage war.
We do this, live and travel with days bright at first, then blurry between weeks, eventually felt only as years weighing heavy as if I’m maybe out of place.
Maybe one day it’ll be bright again. But one day is always someone’s some day, and some day is always anyone’s any day.
Now in these states united.