short time now six weeks
one and a
half months
how dare I
act so selfishly
to wonder
where the day went
too quick
spin the
pen
breathe in
breathe out
realizing
both feet are now asleep
beneath me spin
the pen still
where will
we all end up
as the
eleven train pulls in
on time
short time
since
eyes laid
on the brother
from
another mother
still bond
is tight
like
dreadlocks wore
heavy in
the summer
that was
then
meditating
on when we wondered
what today
would look like
when we
were younger
much older
than that now
later on
meditation will turn into
a mindfully
restful sleep
then like a
clock the birds tune
will be
back by the window
frozen in
time
and trapped
for eleven days
without
peaceful rest
everyday
now heading uphill
meditation
now on the struggle
spin the
pen
sit back
down and rest head
on the back
of left hand
keep it
from lighting the fire
of a bad
habit one that needs
to be
dropped like the jaw to the surprise
hearing of
such misfortune
frozen in
time
shocked as
the fan spins above
and the pen
in hand
trying hard
to imagine
and remove
the pain
for one day
at least
six weeks
is entirely too short
not enough
time
to learn
what's to be done next
not even
enough time to say
it is
frozen in time
meditation
on the troubles endured
without
another thought
spin the
pen...
