On Vacation I Think About Time
Away from home I spend an inordinate amount of time waiting
Expecting friends to show
Dawdling expectantly before movies start
Peevishly biding time until roads are cleared
I am not in control of sequences of time
The way I would be if I were in my own stomping grounds
But then, I think, even there
Even in my bedroom or on my sofa
In the high-backed overstuffed chair in my living room
Or running my fingers over the speckled counter-tops in my kitchen
Time enslaves me there, too
As I wait to hear the deep mellow tones of your voice
Cracking slightly under the weight of the day
Or is that break the low gravel of artifice?
A voice made deeper for my benefit
A performance of masculinity I believe unquestioningly
I wait for that crack, its belying surety
As though I have no other schedule
No demands but those hopeful glances I steal toward the telephone
Hoping you'll call
Away from home I spend an inordinate amount of time waiting
Expecting friends to show
Dawdling expectantly before movies start
Peevishly biding time until roads are cleared
I am not in control of sequences of time
The way I would be if I were in my own stomping grounds
But then, I think, even there
Even in my bedroom or on my sofa
In the high-backed overstuffed chair in my living room
Or running my fingers over the speckled counter-tops in my kitchen
Time enslaves me there, too
As I wait to hear the deep mellow tones of your voice
Cracking slightly under the weight of the day
Or is that break the low gravel of artifice?
A voice made deeper for my benefit
A performance of masculinity I believe unquestioningly
I wait for that crack, its belying surety
As though I have no other schedule
No demands but those hopeful glances I steal toward the telephone
Hoping you'll call
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