waiting

the problem lay
in the lack of trees

it’s airless here,

no ebullient fireflies

only stale words-

wasted vagaries

the fuck is the point

in a blistering breeze?

no dry limbs to caress

no broken bones, skinned knees

 

so still, it sits

con-tem-pla-ting
longing for movement
from you?
or me?

pale bruised light in the sky
aujourd' hui


This life is so short. Yet, still, we wait.

au +‎ jour +‎ de +‎ hui; since hui comes from Latin hodie, the phrase literally means "on the day of this day".