There Will Be Time

 

Twenty-six is not that young:

it is old enough to list a few

college degrees, linear work

experience and a promising

marriage.

 

By now, I should not fear bad

poem topics, closing new

documents unsaved or rewriting

this phrase: Carve out its clay

center; cook the silhouette

uncracked.

 

I am on time and in time.

Urgency grows, demands

that I begin to make

my time.

 

One hundred visions and revisions

That a moment will unwind

 

Written 2007

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