TOO LATE

The simpler

gold that shines

another late

regret

is not enough to

help me spend it

wisely

with a heart and soul

or even with a soul

alone

or even with this mind of mine

I do not know 

the way to

put it right

or find the time

exactly where

it lands between

this golden place 

warm but late

I turn around

to see if

you have noticed

me not there

still

late…

by Catherine MacAdam