
A mother’s lament
You worry and you wait
in an endless silent void
Gazing at the static screen
A dark pool shiny and oblique
The worry and wait swelling
Still the glass glares vacantly
Why worry or wait
When fate is flimsy
Breezy as a bee
swept along by winds
Reason’s path least followed
By those who worry and wait
The pitch of time endless
A boy free to the world
The ancient air he breathes
Lapping up carousel seasons
Death marks everything in transit
Who can tell a mother
Her boy rides with ghosts
As the years get counted
Life settles his limbs
But all you can do is worry
And wait for waiting to stop