spoonful of sugar
An afternoon that swallows time. Even when I beg, there is
no more. Deadlines and desideritas, my life.
I take myself too seriously. Ponder things that can’t be solved. Worship silence and sanctuary when there is none. Too many moments pass while I stare out my window.
A garden that grows without me. A tale that was not true.
A mystery that has no answer. My life.
A series of situations. A corner that keeps my secrets. A broom
that sweeps almost nothing clean. My life.
Some days overwhelm me. Some days wait to be taken.
Some days sing songs that only I can hear. Some days I sit on
the floor and weep. This is not my imagination.
A forest that leaves light unspoken. A tree that whispers platitudes. A fern that grows in shadow. My life.
A sunbeam filled with dancers. A teardrop left unclaimed.
A glimpse of mediocrity. My life.
Dreams that claim my sleep the way lovers claim their hearts.
Things I cannot have lined up before me. Things I do not want
stand next in line.
A comfort that eludes me. A melody of words that have no tune.
A signature I do not recognize. My life.
A smile on my lips, of strawberries and wine.
A summer day that does not end.
I stand here, waiting.