Candlelights

 

How imprecise

the passing of time!

How absurd

the distribution of hours!

For some

those running in the fast lane

they go slow and steady.

For others

 those  expecting nothing from life

they flew away

 like a flock of sparrows

in a tic of the moment.

 

As for me

 a nobody

(Some kind of mirage

in the desert)

who doesn’t know how to count

grains in an hour glass

time comes

and goes

as it pleases

in waves of light-water

spiraling stardust.

I raise my hand and touch

the myriads of candlelights

floating

over my head

under my liquid

 body.

 

I open my mouth and swallow

the sleepy hours.

La Canelo
Dallas, TX  11.19.13