Nowhere hours are always here some in between <br />Flowing easy in their going on the day <br />What remains steadfastly or to be seen <br />In the dripping thought from each coming play <br />The eagerness in what you can really do <br />In taking all together those never match <br />From the conviction and how it goes through <br />In its honesty and tenderness touch <br /> <br />Every saying is not always quite true <br />There is other things fire imagination <br />With its touching in black and white dots few <br />Like photographs in their combination <br />You have everything to bring and doubt <br />That it is which goes in honesty about<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nowhere-hours-sonnet/
