some days I wait for the fog to roll in <br />wait for the river to carry the clouds home <br />wait for the bridge to turn invisible <br />I walk and watch the bell tower disappear <br /> <br />into nothing, the world has gone into nothing <br />and somewhere a poet describes it as beautiful <br />somewhere an eye wanders; tries to match horizons <br />night comes in with a dagger, sits by the fire <br /> <br />stone clock strikes ten, then eleven, then eternity <br />I sit, cold bench, cold hands, cold face <br />warm my hands together, stare like Peter <br />hear the clock toll like a dying rooster <br /> <br />mother where has all the light gone to <br />father why did god turn off the city<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-father-somedays/
