The Hours are Slow.

This Phrase,

This Concept,

Time as our enemy,

Time like that Dutch Lesbian

Angrily pointing out, 

Each and every Tick,

Each and every Tock,

each pulsing beat a mini-dart

to the heart,

Pierce, 

Pierce, 

Piercing my soul,

As if, as though, by some contrast, I should have achieved in,

that Blink,

saving of our whales or,

saved the world in Marvel style or,

saved a thought

that would warm the hearts of millions!

Who laid this burden on my shoulders?

to bear

to carry

to cradle

Who hitched my trailer of purpose to this?

to this tick

to this tock

Who wrote these rules ?

the book

the map

this encyclopaedic burden to my heart, my soul,

This Phrase

this Concept

The hours are slow 

but the pay is poor.

—

Etches 

The White House

Sunday 13th October 2019

(thanks to Robyn Williams G M Vietnam for the DL Image  - womin in comfortable shoes)