HERE WE ARE

I wondered, 

worry running on the dreadmill 

of my mind in even cadence

Do Santa's claws help him climb

the chimney before time turns night today ?

I sipped my trouble tea

standing quite nonchalantly

I searched within the powers that be

As I watched the dance of the birds of play

In the quiet,

hidden within pages of silence fiction

Struck on the Rock of patience so Still 

Here I am,motionless, captivated

You ponder,

Is it better to wait than never?

For eyes that have the ask of sorrow

or eyes so true that it clouds

the road ahead of the steering real

Swirling carbon coffee

a flower over the hierarchy of weeds

munching a gluten free quiet so Still 

Here you are, immobile, tantalized

You and I, spill life

into the turning pages

of a sustained, self-burning cycle

Sealing the world with dilemmas reverse

doomed to a fate verse than death,
Still here we are, static, mesmerised

- AN EXERCISE IN PUN