Too much time sits on my shoulders, sits

watching me

react…and

search.

Looking for something

barely defined, partially

described…vague.

Watching things pass

me by, stumble…

hesitate and ask;

where am I going?

Who do I want

to be?

to meet?

To listen to,

understand…

love.

Time tells me things off

the cuff, off

the record, off

in a corner…sitting

on shoulders, on

the divide between now

and tomorrow.

Too much time is

thinking, watching

wondering…wandering,

thinking and

waiting for

me.

I haven’t an answer, one that

satisfies

time…but

it is always there, no matter

and I

am

thinking.