A Self
Sustaining Endothermic Reaction
Which
Temporarily Suspends Molecular Motion
We took the long way ‘round to the river, we avoided the
rapids
Too late
The blue sparkling salvation had gone, the keel dragged
muddy sand
Too late
Brown mud, black mud, churning red clay, the keel dragged
Too late
Slower now, dragging mud in the darkening night, dragging
clay, not dragging at all now
Stillness Waiting
Hardening mud, turning to clay, cracks forming, turning to
stone
Waiting Waiting
Dark brown earth turns gray as the color recedes from the
sky, night falling now, dark
Waiting
Waiting
Gray waves, once blue stand still, hard as diamonds, rigid
and poised
Waiting
Waiting
Clouds stop dead in the sky, once a rainbow at dusk and
dawn, now colorless
Quiet now,
too quiet The wind waits too
Stars shine somewhere beyond the sky of glass and ice, above
the frozen sea
Watching,
looking down, Waiting
The keel is held fast, the clock turns no more, the very
breath of life suspended
Waiting,
Waiting
The glass clouds wait for the stuff that moves them, the
thirsty mud waits for the river
Cold and
patient
The blue river, lit from the sky above, can’t sparkle yet,
can’t flow as it pleases
Gray light,
Waiting
The atoms have stopped their dance, they wait for the music,
the stuff that moves them
Too long,
waiting
The night is gray, not black, but no eyes see. The light waits. The eyes wait
Deep night,
cold. Waiting
Deep
night, cold. Waiting
Paul Joseph
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