Friday, February 17, 2023

INDISPOSED

Those nights 
when we're contented 
enough with our 

discontent to notice, 
we may glimpse 
the eternities 

which are 
sandwiched 
between moments—

like gleaming marrow 
locked 
in femur bones;

like a drawer 
full of long-expired
checks we cannot cash.

In fact, this may
explain why we're 
so often restless—

restless to the point, 
perhaps, of desperate 
and tense—

any time we 
find ourselves awake 
instead of dreaming

of the endless 
lives of 
satisfaction 

every 
second 
burns to ash.