I get ready for life, for people, for planets
crossing again in orbit, a sitting task - or
standing to look the part of the poet -
reading light and dark and shadows -
a time slot ready for precise injection.
Fortunate is the commodity of people
who crave their attention, their mode
of conduct as it pours into a boardroom -
a light source, photos strewn about
a cubicle, a remnant of when we were
But we travel, we make haste for the
fastest tree, the leaves making us
breathe, hiding our yearning for
another place so devoted as us,
as our resume requires us to place
our cards here or there.
Another table will work for longer
stays, a breakfast of cold cereal beckons
us to ready our brains, know we are
lost to a location, a home from lunch
hour, a biopic of measure that
we may reach after all.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
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