No Time
pressed
for the sleeping and eating,
care of the young and
the sleeping and eating,
duties of shelter,
to keep it clean and warm
and lit and locked and live,
and all the wordless aspects
of errands and urgencies,
without details, lacking words,
and the sleeping and eating
and
no time.
no time to hold it all
in a net spun of my breath,
greater than my arms.
no time
for structure of words
pronunciation of dream
a home for the future
like an egg from my mouth,
an incomplete magic.
no time for the keening of my heart.
my wistful whispers, my love,
my hoped-for ghost
reach beyond reaching
no time.
no time
for the first gift
upon Adam and Eve,
speaking, even in paradise,
to each other and God,
what comfort then,
even before suffering.
the gift not given
to dumb beasts
pressed in their
eating and sleeping
care of the young
and muted thoughts.
no time for
the trailing touch of love,
and talk, like castles and ships
made of smoke
that rises together.
where is my home?
where is my resting hope place?
no time.
no time.
Make me some time.
knit it of yarn.
spin it of lint
collected from corners.
woolgather,
gather me.
knit me a covering—
shirt sweater shawl.
wrap me in your time.
wrap me in time.
