(A poem by my friend Nancy Kraus)

Time waits

for our next move

In between tasks undone

and mail unopened.

A place for the misplaced

A state of inertia

Inactivity.

That place without purpose

Where I am stuck in my own way

Waiting for something to happen

Or for myself

to make it be.

Time out

Let yourself alone

It will come

I’ve rested enough

Write a poem now

Then cut your hair

February 8, 2023