Promises

 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