Cyclops To wait forever Takes a lot of patience Notwithstanding Tousled hair and Rumpled bedsheets in the wings So when so-and-so Throws in the towel My trousers will be cuffed and Pressed My collar lightly starched and Open at the neck The garden path Leads through the graveyard Where I bide my time with One eye on the lookout And the other On the task at hand Unless I turn my head Deliberately You won’t slip through ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, A Deeper Symmetry, 2014 |