Idle

Let the idle swing,

Sway and dance through

The halls

And call mercy on

My soul a'thirst

Wanting, yearning,

Drowning

Gasping for breath

Midst a

Desert, a

Drought, a

Vast distant plan

'Pon which dust devils

Twist into the

Noon.

Let the idle break

The void,

The curse laid

Red-lipped

On a life

Chose by another

Chosen for me

Let it crack a

Fraction then

Agape to

Rend asunder

The busy

And the fuss

And the bother.

Let the idle swell

Fill the world with

Red roses bloomed

For they can,

Just a moment

Consequential

Open bridge

In the swing

Of the night sky.

Let the idle sit

With its cicada thrum

Softening in the

Distance,

Backed rock

Whispering

To me quietly

To join

Insistent.