Poetry

Hobbling Away From The Sun

By Stephen Glennon

I worry about the end of things
yet waste time watching TV re-runs
staying up late in search of lost feelings
sleeping on long after light wakes
rise to spend the day procrastinating

I walk behind a shortened shadow
darkened as the habitual frown
stretched across furrowed brow
its hollow gait no longer hopeful
hobbling away from the sun
the creature always one step ahead

I weigh uneasy rhythms against metronome
envy the musicality of synchronicity
steady silence between heart beats
there is no dance or war of words
just perfect harmony – a reminder
each day to be present and live a little