10 August 2009



Urgency that waits
with patience hollows me
for every minute wasted there
will be a Sunday consequence

I learned of Saturday’s delay
when lethargy ran me aground
I arrived without allayed
intentions, always unprepared

A week’s effort stands ready to
pay wages and I couldn’t care
less I will deliver on promises
if I can remember them 

It’s fair to say I won't mend
my ways just yet – the urgency
sleeps like a slow-growing emotion
like an invitation to love
© 27 June 2009, I. D. Carswell