Passing The Time by Wesli Court
Where am I going? How do I know where?
Why do I write as I saunter along,
passing the time on the road to nowhere?
I’m humming a tune, mumbling a song
to kill as much time as I sensibly can —
that’s why I write as I wander along
making the syllables skip and scan,
making the language dance and go deep
to kill as much time as I sensibly can —
to liven the senses before I sleep,
slipping into that ultimate slumber.
Making the language dance and go deep
by counting these syllables without number
and making them count is my chosen role.
Slipping into the final slumber
is, of course, my ultimate goal.
Where am I going? How can I know where?
Making time count is my chosen role
while passing time on this road to nowhere.
Poetry
© 2005-2008 Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas
