Rocking
December 28, 2005 7:22 PM
Tock-tock clicking,
fumbling stumbling echoes
struggling,
struggling,
to meld into a meaning
for this bitter clock-in-a-tock-silent
Victorian afternoon.
Creaky-empty hardwood
silence,
I can feel you breathing across the room.
Puddles inside,
everything a-clickety-clack,
rocking-chair weight inside the brain,
my joints hurt.
Please say something.












