Hello Hemingway
(a hello nod to all)
I resurface clutching
my drink and my pen

I am not on the edge of where I should be -- 
rather I am slicing silver thin along
             the edge of my every thought

living in each shallow breath of the day
so deeply
I don't know how the time remains to think
about each and every one of us

             and yet I do

I suppose I create 
Time in my own hands

in which I catch every drop of human being

and in this world
my self dissolves
(a farewell cheers to me)