UNTIL I COME TO REST
happily hammering away
at this amorphous mound
of long-unfinished work
until i come to rest i wonder how much of this
matters to anyone but me
some of the time left i wander
from highway to hilltop
from shadows to shore
just trying to take it all in
until i come to rest i wonder how so much
of it still escapes me
some of the time left i slumber
at least until my conscience intervenes
and drags me from my dreamlessness
back up to the day's unrest
until i come to rest i wonder why
i even sleep at all
some of the time left i sit here
on the edge of the night and bed
with the same old silence seeping through
the numbness of all this new improved noise
until i come to rest i wonder where it is
everyone's gotten off to...
Tales From the Otherground
Poetry by Joseph Nicks (amazon.com)


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