poetry

in not for

give in, keep moving
no standing allowed.
no waiting in queue.
if this is life
it is meant to be lived.

where tomorrow stopped.
the moments are frozen,
melting, dripping, plunking
against my face.
i have today.


iced droplets sting,
take on some warmth.
wait under this
unfriendly, melting mass
i would drown.

ground moves, feet follow,
body forward, hands straining.
a brush, a prick, a stab, a scream.
velocity increases, pain intense.
this is living.
no more waiting.