Here’s the plan:
Light the fire,
Lie under gravity’s
Perfect blanket
On grass
Lit grey by
Half moon;
Here’s the plan:
Light the fire,
Lie under gravity’s
Perfect blanket
On grass
Lit grey by
Half moon;
“Waiting …
Is doing something …”
We can always tell ourselves;
If, after waiting we are
Doing something.
So – we wait,
Watching the fingers
Do their usual business:
Numbers clicking on and on …
And …
We wait
Just a little
Longer.
Like liquid-drop
Spatter-rocks,
Debris thrown from
Heaven’s crater-cloud volcanoes
Spots of rain congeal briefly,
Waiting for love,
For love and coffee;
Lively backbeat,
While I’m training
And paying for
The songs I forgot,
Cushions and the sun.
Even on the rainy days,
When I couldn’t see
The strings,
Purple and night-black:
Waiting for love,
For love and coffee –
One more time –
Lively backbeat …
Perhaps
Patience destroys love,
Destroys love
And lovers.
Perhaps
Waiting for
The right moment,
Throwing beauty
After the beautiful
Is always wasted.
But it’s
Still patience,
Still beauty,
Still beautiful.
27/7/2012
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