The Waiting Game

The back room of creation where much of life is spent Victim to the waiting game where doldrums reinvent All dressed up and ready with nowhere clear to go Waiting for that flash of light to put me — in the know ***** Reality Preying Not killing time Time killing him The hourglass drains As life grows thin Slaying the dragon A fantasy still Reality preying On folly — distilled ***** Stepping Out More than a lifetime Unmeasured by years Enlightenment prospers No doubting or fear Stepping out of the circle And into the light Dimension is truant With reference — contrite ***** One Slip Life on the edge where finality threatens Hope meets disaster both tightening their grip Never look down with redemption above you One slip and the promise of glory — submits ***** Darkness Retreating Writing to a standard new standards are drawn Light disinfecting a bevy of wrongs Writing to a standard the truth is upheld Darkness retreating deception — expelled ***** To Bask In Its Presence Writers have a double edged courtship with time Cutting both ways past and future defined But the moment’s unwritten unspoken unrhymed To bask in its presence — you live it sublime (The New Room: June, 2026)