haiku

dear heart, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still pumping
blood in the morning.

dear lungs, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still drawing
breath in the evening.

dear brain, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still writing
poetry at night.

dear yesterday, you
make me confused. are you real?
i can't remember.

dear today, i should
probably take advantage
of all the sunshine.

dear tomorrow, by
definition you're just one
step ahead of me.

the shoreline receding