someday

"Someday ..."

the relentless message to myself,

interrupting static,

complex ... with short circuit.

The hours and cycles of each seven days ...

days which burn so quickly within the oven of each week

unleaven bread, flat and tasteless lies dry against my tongue.

The tasty morsels, rich with cream, laced with sweet ....

exist in my fading memories.

My dull heart never surges with youth's current of anticipation.

My mind seems numbed, bored with routine,

willfully surrendered to abandoned dreams.

I dwell within the four walls of my tomorrows;

days filling weeks, hours filling days,

months filling years, weeks filling months.

denying my purpose, binding my restless

melodies and pen ... averting my eyes.

Cramped hands hold harsh blinders longside my eyes;

My own grip guides my gaze blankly on endlesss

stretching years of angry safe surrender.

Grinding message, poetry of yesterday's errors

hold my fetters secure and my river dammed with duty.

Yet, pricking, wooing, snaring me in unguarded

moments, whispering my name ... siren silver

notes trickle ... as crystal drops of icy water

melting the dried crust of my mind ... while a

chamber of my soul breathes,

"Wait .... Wait ....

Someday ..."

This secret silent call ... presses

sweet fingers of love's patience ... calming and

stilling the jerking of my heart ... knowing ...

someday the hour will come.

someday ... I'll lift my head,

someday ... I'll smile and heed ...

obey and follow ....

Someday ...