Think, really,
what you do,
what you say.
Can you?
do this thing called life
undo the patterns
watch the wait.
I’m reading the equation
for a pattern, for a theme.
Years ago
This was a bell jar
The lights
A brilliant blue.
Now
These crystal walls
Fill precariously
To the brim
The mornings continue
The evenings do too
But can I?
No comments:
Post a Comment