A Pause
Poem — An Invocation to the Master #312
Published on March 30, 2022
A Pause
Poem — An Invocation to the Master #312
I hear Thy steps above board,
Thy voice keeping rhythm’s measure,
Too caught in the event’s round
Is why Thy visage yet didn’t appear?
Thy slave bound to galley below
Rowing to cadence of Thy will,
Only motion of moment I know
And frayed mind, nerve and muscle.
Give us a pause by a sylvan shore,
We’ll refuel our dreams and row some more.