Wait
Do you realize that we always wait for Time,
for it to do what it is not doing?
When it crawls, just like a snail on the floor,
we wait right beside it, hoping for little wings
to grow on its sides, to carry its lazy body away
When it strolls an easy walk, however, in times when we're bored,
we tap our foot, sending patience to the air, bit by bit
and give Time a new rhytm, a new that's-how-we-want-you beat
When it runs like a mad man, pushing us closer
to an end, a deadline, a scheduled disaster,
we beg and drag: please, slower!
And when we're high in extacy, lost and bathed in intimacy,
we wish it to stop dead, instantly.
We wait....but it refuses to be waited.
An irony completed.
eltc, Sept 17, 2004
17:28
