November hymnal (23)
On Friday I avoid the streets and stores and wait.
For doors to open in the words.
You can’t just force your way in words. The stars
Would feed you to the empty hordes
Of night. Instead I balance on the clock’s
Left hand and hope the day will take its course
And let the minutes devour whoever they stalk.
Some days have guns. And hours enforcing a curfewed
Month’s thoughts. Silence on the phone
Between whatever tone you choose for it
To wake you from your dark jade dream to stone’s
Cold unpolished light. He wouldn’t hit anyone
He can’t enjoy, time. Enjoys the stars
Like fish scattering from the noise.