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.