TOMORROW
pacing marking time
across the room
and back again
wringing hands while
striding from now to now
to the impossible future
the calendar dates fall
with the clock swing
the sun up and down
but I’m in the same room
back and forth pacing
the future so far–
is here
This one is amazing. I think I’ve read all of your poems, and this is my favorite. The tightness of the piece contributes greatly to the reader’s feeling of tension. And, to me, it’s a bit of a horror piece as well.
Great great great.
- Mark