Time Reworked

I have reworked the poem I posted last night. I think it’s better than it was. Let me know if you agree.

Waiting
When I’m alone, I listen to water.
My brother sleeps and my dog
sleeps but I am awake.
The moon is full, and the sky
is crossed by sleeping jets.
I remember I am loved.
Time is running out so
I sit on the bed, waiting.
Time will come for me.
It will not forget me, leave me.
It waits behind the door until
I arrive. It sleeps in the sink.
Tick-tock, it drips all night.
Time hides in shadows
through the dappled afternoon,
sleeps and stretches like a cat.
I smell it in exhaust,
in fruit cut yesterday,
in my shampoo.
I wait by myself for time to emerge
from my dusty luggage, to appear
in folded sheets, to speak among
long blades of exhausted grass.

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2 thoughts on “Time Reworked

  1. Thanks, Joseph. I see what you mean about the opening. When I wrote this in 2004, I liked the repetition of the the word alone through the piece. It was deliberate and served a tonal purpose. But 7 years later, it bugged me. But I think there's a compromise for fluidity to be made. I'm going to revisit it.

  2. Yes, it has some streamlining in that some of the repeated words have been edited. I prefer the original opening:"When I'm alone, I listen to water.My brother sleeps.My dog sleeps. I am alone."There is something in this pacing that sets it up, slows me down for what follows. I saved both versions in my Kimberlin file, so thanks for reposting it. I remembered it from last year. 🙂

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