weightless

There are times that will come
when the plans have been made,
where the means are laid out
and the ways have been booked,

and all will be set, in time
and in place

and we'll just have to wait
for it all to cook.

Today, all the cupboards
are cleaned-out bare. There's nothing
to throw together and see, and I hang
on a hook like a slab of meat
that doesn't fit into the recipe,

or the heaviest rock in a depth of space
waiting forever for gravity.

There are times that come only once in your life.
Where all the close calls and the lessons learned
too late to seize chances flown past, ungrasped,
in so many days of feast and fast,
pull together at last - and reach

for the pieces to pick and turn,
and move into place - filling up squares
of calendars. And all will be set, in time
and space. And finally, we

will be ready to wait.

And boy, that is going to be hard
to take.