Tuesday, November 8, 2011

What won't wait

What won’t wait for you tonight? Take the car
and drive like Jehu through each stop sign far
across this sleeping town. Out of the mist
you carom down main, but draw no interest
from the wayward souls spat from Louie’s bar

too late and too far gone, their minds ajar.
No time to ask permission, or to spar
with strangers over places on a list;
     what won’t wait

is screaming at you here! Nothing can mar
such perfect clarity – the morning star
is crowning now. Now! Tonight you exist
only to be held by one tiny fist.
Leave the rest: the things we cannot plan are
     what won’t wait.


Brian Miller said...

this has a wicked pace to it which marries the flight within...i am all for the unplanned...

Mary Mansfield said...

Beautiful poem! Definitely captures that hectic ride to the hospital.

Pat Hatt said...

Sometimes the unplanned is just what one needs, wonderful verse to which you gave birth..haha

Laurie Kolp said...

Enjoyed this Andrew... and congratulations on your poetry reading.

Shashi said...

Oh I could feel it all replayed... and your lines made me think ... about the many nights I have stayed out to be...
'such perfect clarity – the morning star
is crowning now. Now! Tonight you exist'
thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

The Orange Tree said...

love this, very compact and precise piece.