Catching Up with Time...

2.5  Cupid Cometh

The day approaches

and still the stone lies

over my well’s mouth

barring access to what I know

lurks just underneath

beneath whatever scum

has formed or found its way

into the basin we built

if only I can budge it

roll the stone away

and scoop the clearest dipper

to raise to your thirsty lips.

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2.6  Now Here

Hurtling through infinity

black as light’s leaving

it strives to arrive

on time and in fashion

but those of us who sit

and pray grow weary

in this garden of light

eyes straining for boundary

made indecipherable

by glare and gleam

and you are nowhere.

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2.7  Deteriorata

Your silence fills my mindspace

packing my ears with wax

and sealing the night’s end

a deaf bickering match

over dessert unplanned

but not unrehearsed

where no one can win

but those who wish us ill

and their ilk

and tomorrow

will begin with fresh hurt

and new reasons

for silence when so many words

are dying to be spoken

waiting to go unheard.

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