WAITING for a day to be
useful, for real things to work
for real food to chew, Broken
waves and sunsets ponder
at me no longer i at them
i feel the hunger ache away
unwanting of more to hold
taken by what i have passed
by, the time so everlasting
broken lands across the sea
not waiting for anyone, having
what its had, with no time to
do or to be undone, how lucky
sea birds play and laugh at my
broken waves.
