further seems forever
in my elementary counting table
the hours, minutes and seconds
pass by slowly, like unexpected weather
and sheaves of rain
that are gathered on porches, driveways and fields
remind the old ones of their youth
and lost promises, empty and never filled.
further seems to be never,
when the moon shines bright with sound.
I listen in the quiet, reverential,
when commotion and nose seem to sever.
further seems better,
when hearts are but distant thunder,
waiting for the storm to break
and look for more fair weather.
further seems forever,
in the times that I miss you,
I bide my time with expectation
and blame it on the southern weather.