On the wait yet again
With fervent gurgling
Warm and toasty, like a log
Without the fire
Long, wasted gruff time
A crusty pilgrimage to and from
The metal build to yellow yield
The exercise of a god
I comfort in my imperfect
Lazy day I'll soon forget
Cool breeze of whispers
Followed by the horn
Subdued immense light
Still squinting to see
These lives, an abundant sea
Yet none are known to me.
Copyright �Julie Holmes