enough to do

without the uncertainty

of result--

the moment dead

with only a dull summer moon

inching across my immobility

while I await the outcomes

of occasions I'd forgotten I'd

initiated in dim expectation

of advantageous apocalypse--

even my spirit mind lacks strength

and hands enough to hold at bay

what rains down--while I waste the day

running around as if juggling watermelons

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.