May 22, 2012
It Doesn't Seem Like Much
At first
Just sitting here
In the room
With the ticking clock
The passing time.
Outside in the garden
In languages I do not know
Dramas play out I can't resolve.
The big blue bully bird
Scaring the dear ones away.
The waiting fox, the circling hawk
The baby chicks.
Farther away in an office
With a view
The daily work is waiting too.
And in my inner mind
The pages ripped from time
Tacked up like Wanted signs
With faces fierce, mustachioed
Hiss at me
In unfamiliar tongues.
I can't hear what they say
And I don't want to.
Back in the room,
Besides the ticking clock
All is still and well.
Breathing happens on it's own.
The sun is reaching through the fog
My world is safe another day.
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