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