Wait For Noon
So, I’ve put on some wait.
Wait until it’s perfect. Wait until noon. Wait for the results your freedom your peaceful moment. Your moment will come. It will come. Just Wait. To move the fingers if the feet are visible. To cross my toes when the mood sours. To wait -and shiver my show of patience. I sink through a moment into the other side of the room, into the closet of another’s conversation. Shift. Smile. Blink before the eye hardens.
A mob of thought erupts. Aspirin and a glass of water. Sun. Soil. Seed.
A man’s arm stitching in the waves-
A dog’s raised head on the roadside- the shiver
The call for a calorie of thought. Return. Circle back. Wait see look remember. I let it pool on my lips. Wait. Pull at my hips.
I try on the fat of it.
Let it puddle in my expression, in my fingers. Settle the brow.
its gravity dulls the annoyance, the pull of shift. The twist of keys. Sharpens the appetite. A pull into a kiss. A sink into a hug. A restlessness forgotten. A slower lowered lumber of thought. Return. Circle back.
Wait for noon. Wait for the results. Your freedom. Your peaceful moment. Just- wait.