Promises
Where did it go-your promise
to yourself or the world
you’d held it; protected it
for all those years
to release to
an audience of fools
it flew like an untethered balloon
or a deli bag on the wind
the sense of loss or regret
tempered by the beauty
of the dance
of life’s currents
all promises to the wind
as you wake up
and recommit yourself
to the present moment