Kerri Shying R # 261 - The Tardy

The Tardy

are you sitting

 down

 then take a deep seat

to hear a long

 story 

some things

they take time

some days

you are

standing

at the edge of

 whatever cliff

presents

that lovely case

in hand       inside

the careful

chosen items

for the day

ahead

 as planned

imagined

a piece of what will

move you

up the pegboard

this day the sun

abets

takes you to

the coffee sweet that

warms you and then

dressing             you hear

the sound

you hear sound

your body

a speaker for itself

emits this noise

regardess

of the lovely case

the chosen items

 day ahead as planned

it is a lung imitating

an A4 piece of paper

being crumpled

here is the calling

what is not

plannable

yet is knowable

and known

about this body

somewhere

where there once sat

anger

 sits me

in deep chair watching

I had best undo my grip

on the case     and the shoe laces

undo the

imagined places

I was going             the actions

yet performed

I climb back into bed

 cover my head

with the soft

nightgown

I understand

 nothing else exists

except my sounds

stop imagining

the flesh

this tearing paper

turn a pencil to the art