Waiting (for) Room (1993)
I don’t sit,
stand or lie
but guessticulate
with economy,
breathe just enough
to use little
bits of money.
This is lepsy
of unrest:
contained
and comfy
strained like
ripe writhing babyzz.
Aboreal skeleton canopies
are responding, setting out stalls
of little green beads
for the Sun.
Today, the clocks
move backanhour
and the season
begins to inform
my room that a door
is due,
any time now.
N’hiver too late,
just wait…
here comes the difference
between cocoon and pupate.
©1993 John T. Windle
(Image John T. Windle)
I don’t sit,
stand or lie
but guessticulate
with economy,
breathe just enough
to use little
bits of money.
This is lepsy
of unrest:
contained
and comfy
strained like
ripe writhing babyzz.
Aboreal skeleton canopies
are responding, setting out stalls
of little green beads
for the Sun.
Today, the clocks
move backanhour
and the season
begins to inform
my room that a door
is due,
any time now.
N’hiver too late,
just wait…
here comes the difference
between cocoon and pupate.
©1993 John T. Windle
(Image John T. Windle)