LIFE Poem: NOTHING OF TOMORROW, by Ariana Moulton

Where are you supposed to look
when nothing excites you anymore?
And the flames that surrounded you
no longer lick, no longer sing.

Do you wait for dormant days
to melt off winter layers?
Or maybe you write another
sad poem that speaks of absence.

And you begin to imagine
all the things that are missing
their magic. Wondering why that
one boat used to call out to you.

You swore you heard her bow
begging you to leap, to find out
what happens when caring seems
to no longer matter.

Or when one sunrise looks like
all the others and you’re out of
love with yourself, no longer
enamored enough to race

to see your reflection.
Why would you? The water’s
gone silent, saying nothing
of tomorrow’s light.