The Waiting Grain
The waiting game
In the local grocery store
Looking for a few items more
In a world that seems
To be falling in
Around us
The darkness as night
Has a meaning
That I can’t seem to understand
I can truly say
I have no plan
I try to stand
History tall
In a world
That makes me feel
All but large
And quite small
But we do our best
In moments like these
Trying to live up for
History
Zonked art
Some would say
A day older
And now a day further
Away
Zonked art
Sitting on the shelves
Nothing more to say
Than
What the hell
Up and out of bed
To the breakfast table
Brush the teeth
Out the door
Work out
Rehearse
Write
Repeat
But now
Wait
Hang on
Changing times
Require us to slow down
Now
A groovy minute
Long
Moment
When the holders
Hand is no longer holding
What the wind is blowing
How so much can go by
Without even knowing
That there was a moment
And now it is gone
Ocean groan
Standing still
At the eve of the day
Hoping to hear the new
Moments ahead
But with such a presence
Such a sound
The world is calling out
And it seems
No one is around
Snow maid
On a spring day
Upon a bird
And down all the way
She works long nights
Waiting on tables
Trying to get by
She remembers the night
That she fell into love deep
She told him all the secrets
That she keeps
From long
Long
Long
Ago
–
His work
Drags by
But he can still remember
That look in her eye
He’s trying to build a life
And he’s doing alright
But it’s hard to fix
The things that he can’t see
So he tells
Her
Let’s flee
–
My girl
Near the sea
Or in the streets
She’s a lovely bride
To be
–
My girl
In the mountains
Near the sky
He asks “Would you be my wife?”
–
I’m going to love you
My whole life
Naughty corn
On an overblown night
Holding hopes
And speaking lightly
Of the world around
Us
I go in with no hope
Of win
Or expectation
One whole breath
Holding walking
Around this nation
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