While I waited at roadside I thought,
why not try some loveliness.
I saw visions in far reaches, felt
the soft touch of silence,
melodies sprung from solitude,
like a dream of new being
to see how it fit within the frame.
I even tried my hand on the page.
But real time kept barging in,
with meetings in the broad hours,
cross purposes hurled down corridors,
my inbox flooded with unkind puzzles,
bills arrived from far away.
Was it for this I emerged from hibernation
to be exposed on a open plain?
I wondered what to make of it,
this parade of voices, images.
New commercials for products
they said I needed droned on
Then that too passed away.