A Bar to Any Watch You Keep

Look away from everything that makes you,
Your complex, contradictory stories, 
Your profane and sacred explanations
Of differing versions of origins,
Your ceaseless, restless, useless scrutiny
Of the glittering shallows you can see
As you imagine those abyssal plains
Where great, heavy chains of causation drag,
Tangle, and scrape across the floor of things,
Forcing the invisible vortices,
Upwellings and cross-currents you christen
Time, a heaving inheritance, pushing
Against the shifting winds of each moment,
Producing, you insist, your existence,
Waves of embodiment, rolling under,
Giving rise to your spindrift consciousness,
All the wispy effervescent nonsense
You cherish, spray and spittle of your poems,
All this mist and fog of constant thinking,
Obscuring who you are when you aren't you.
Look away. Even science, even faith
Even composing poetry contracts
The view to squint-eyed, watery dazzle.
Let the rest of this day be no more than
Today. Tomorrow is another poem.