Holding Pattern

Waiting, holding pattern

A little bit long-

Under breath,

Your waiting song.

All done up,

to the woman you’ll be

So many walk past,

You they can’t see.


Signs of times,

they take precedence

over frivolous rhymes.

Signs of  times,

they are screaming,

as up the cliff we climb.

Signs of times

they take precedence

next to intuitive fears.

Signs of times

they are screaming

at the winding up of fears.


Comfort in bell-song,

the cicadas serenade

tiki torches burn.

Arms of solace tight

the suffocation is slow

loneliness quiet.