Sat for hours with the sun pouring through the window
and turned my cards...
For hours...
with the sun pouring
on me through the window.
And as the sun moved,
I probed the mess with my fingers and mind.
Its clear I can't win
if winning implies arriving somewhere.
I've never played a game
I couldn't find the point to before.
I can lay the cards however I want;
by default or intention,
and if I play nothing,
the game goes on anyway
minus my input
but not my tally.
Rose cares less for my confusion here
than for my driving blindness.
She feels time and her dreams slipping away
more and more - as I watch and wait.
And I, with no place to go,
am ever more pressed to begin.
The afternoon condensed to nothing
and my fast faltered
on its way to becoming a clear start
in the unforgiving light of it's isolation
as if it were so simple.
No differently, I wait
wistfully, for Rose and Danny
to share their company with me
to keep me from their absence.
gallagher
26 Dec 76
- stayed home alone all day to think
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —