Waiting

Wistful future looks back, over its shoulder
Eyes are glistening, with the light or tears
Rounded mirrors, facing each other
Backward and forward, with the repetition
On and on and on
Sitting and looking, fore and aft
As the ship bobs and the nausea
Strikes: my stomach can take it but
My brain struggles, dizzy and unfocused
So I must find my way into the untimed
Races: going around the track with such focus
As to forget that the mirrors ahead and behind
Indicate what I'm leaving and what's coming
And see only the curves of the track
The speed of the wind, pushing me sideways
Mixed up between land and sea, but as a bird
Who does not care, watching the fish and the mice
But so focused on flying as to forget the small birds
Defending their nests, pecking and pecking and pecking
Waiting for the next updraft, waiting before re-interpreting
Waiting to find another analogy, to follow the grain of the wood