..... poetry .....



"Standing Still"

He struggled with the utmost elegance
   to reveal the gears,
   and the fears of his life.
With each breath he took,
   the feet in the room swayed and listened,
Bent legs, listening,
   glistening with anticipation of the next word
   from his encrypted heart.

Is time Running Out, while Standing Still?
Only if it's waiting,
   for something to be revealed.


May 2012




©2012, Michael Smolens