Two weeks is all it takes to lose yourself,
or to find yourself again.
Close the door, and re-insure the lock.
Bring the drugs, and attention,
and every other stock, and barrel
And traditions unstrung.
Two weeks is all it takes to ascend the mountain;
To map out the innermost
expedition. Into the human condition:
Leisure?
See? Sure…
Carry it forth into the soul?
Drop your head and pay for the load.
Jaw line, collarbone
- timing we own it.
A sigh, a moan, a half empty-glass, a half-boiled cup of tea.