These days <br />...............are full of <br />................................my misplacing things. <br /> <br />I think <br />...............of something <br />................................gesturing my blank <br /> <br />I work <br />................some puzzles <br />................................and sleep the night through <br /> <br />to find <br />................what before <br />................................I already knew <br /> <br />Somewhere <br />................‘long the way <br />................................I do not know where <br /> <br />I lost <br />................something, yet <br />................................not lost, somewhere there. <br /> <br />It keeps <br />................happening <br />................................when I cannot quite <br /> <br />recall <br />................what <br />................................I knew back when I was there. <br /> <br />Each day <br />................between days <br />................................the word comes to mind <br /> <br />then gone. <br />................Don’t know where <br />................................I will be someday. <br /> <br />Still time <br />................getting late <br />................................later all the time <br /> <br /> <br />Desire <br />.................always there <br />................................going on and on <br /> <br />No end, <br />.................still dying, <br />................................no Amen yet said. <br /> <br />'with how much unsaid' (A.Rich) <br /> <br /> - March 28,2008 <br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-the-amen/
