Reflections: White Scorpion

what time will it be

please

ten minutes from now,

for it takes ten minutes to work

and I cannot be late?

we waited months,

a year less than two;

in multiples of three

we endeavor . .

we pursue . . .

we dream of the next time,

when dusk and sunrise

are the same, but

except for the clock,

time begins and it ends;

we extend patience in

in that one direction

where it will do some good;

may it please or benefit

the listener, I suppose . . .

what time will it be

please

a year from now,

for I am expected at home

and I cannot be late.

October 1986