Tag Archive: time


Haiku For This Time

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We . . . eternities
stretch – out beyond to both ends . . .
are the ellipses.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Idle-atry

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Brief stretch of free time,
this three-day weekend
wells up inside of me.

I seek to savor each moment,
from Friday’s sunrise to Sunday’s set,
every tick in between,

with you.

I will time to stop,
flow back to the source,
relive Friday’s glorious morning,
over and over and over . . .

I will hold you there
in my heart’s amber,
as I’ll hold myself
accountable for prescience.

The moment and you
blur till one
whole tone sustains.

Freedom’s breath fills me,
circulates inside me,
breaks the skin barrier,
to meld me with the air,

carries me aloft.

I spread-eagle
atop cross-currents,
the backroom of existence,

careful not to tangle
in the delicate webs
that are spun there.

I’m a torn balloon,
floating on tattered frame,
broken spine.

Free,
if only for the moment.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Not Till Monday, At Least

It’s Saturday might,
I imagine you all are happy,
making the most of your time,
this and every weekend.

You all are so much
better than I
at movies and dinners,
first kisses in back seats,
moving at the pace of leisure,
free from work and wake-up times.

Dance music, bounces the evening,
keeps the flow, inhibits not,
moves the feet, dervish and whirlwind,
along private patterns, known by hips,
strut and gait.

I’m a peacock parading a beautiful plume
of violet, indigo, and stark white tatting,
thousands of barbs bound the edge of my wings,
oils keep out the mist, that otherwise weighs me down.

I think of you coming home late
after a wonderful evening
on the town,
tired, consumed, and totally tipsy,
savoring Saturday into the wee hours,
milking it for all it’s worth,
knowing that it doesn’t come back around,

ever.

Kicking off your shoes, loosening your belt,
putting on your favorite album, vinyl,
at the perfect volume, pouring yourself
yet one more drink, sipping it,
in a private reverie, as you contemplate
the certainty of your being there,
the perfect clarity.

Let it all
just fade away,
simply melt into
the passing.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013