19 Sept 2024

Seven minutes of sun


This thing inside

Will not let me just go

At my own pace

Allow me to wait

And consider the days

Or nights


Like a lost pair of socks 

Unexplainable in their absence 

Weighing on me like the ocean 

On a deep sea diver

And as used to this as I am

It will never make sense 


This thing within me

For so long

Continues to push me outside

Too early

In advance of any need


My timings  

My boxes

My rules 

My law


As I find myself early

Again

Always 

Stood waiting for the train

With 7 minutes to kill

And even that


As small a moment as it is

What a waste of time in itself


I stand in the sun to at least

Try and make it somehow

Worthwhile