Waiting Always
The cold white clock, on an empty silent stage,
Seconds hammer struck with tectonic shyness,
Filling the rolling air with time’s
Sarcastic wink. One eye-lid clicked,
Splintered drying thoughts
To headlines, bold and emblazoned
Beneath the shyly blinking stars.
And then, emerging from some fog,
You turn beatitude to grog,
You wipe leaves from scrawling trees
And bring an aria
Forever.