15 June 2015


Waiting for the lady never ends 
there is a recipe of course, age 
of reason bends the folds; lend 
an ear, behold - you see a hole 
in reasoning ‘its worth the wait’ 
in ‘if she’s here’ she’ll be a late 
redaction in th’ fractal chain of 
vaguely never-ending thought 

& then she’s at the door again 
a chiming-ringlets prophecy, a 
consequence sublimely blest - 
an absentee intrigue of baited 
breath to intimate - whomever 
you where waiting for is here 

© 13 January 2015, I. D. Carswell