unfinished and untitled

Time moves like an old man who has no one to go home to,
so strolls through the grocery store:
touching jars of jelly,
tapping on melons,
studying labels on soup cans,
straining to remember the last ingredient in his wife's split pea soup
that made it perfect....
and failing.

Waiting
and
wanting
feel the same to me lately.

I am fixed and frozen

in a swirl of change-

dragged

and damaged along the way-


I am no good at this.