Friday, September 14, 2012

Waiting

Waiting

Time
Only time
Endless time
With nothing to fill it

Think
Of nothing
Punctuated
By nothing times nothing

The air is thick
With dropouts of thin
And i'm just not sure
What to do with my hands

Perhaps write a formless poem
To complain about the time
I just can't escape

Time

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...



time slips through my dreams
quiet little cat feet stalking
birds along its shore
a river of bright colors
never lost and never found