Hard Stop

what matters

Matters

what doesn't

Doesn't

***

divide the world

with lines

unite the world

with an eraser

***

a nagging mind

has much to say

when you are

ready to listen

***

a period marks

the end of this

thought

Metronome Afterhours

You sleep restlessly,

I watch you.

The stillness of the hour

sits heavy

I cannot rest.

Your breath

the rhythm,

a metronome

as lonely as I.