Real

Time is melting in our fingers
Hours taper off to niente
Over-promised
And under-delivered
Somedays pass
Like telephone poles
In the window of a train
The mythical star
Of Tomorrow
Ever-dazzling

I don’t want this day to end
With all its trivial ordinary
Sticky elevator buttons
Water puddles
And mismatched socks
Nothing you say is quotable
And I am not dressed for the occasion
We are
Real
For the first time

©2008 Dosia McKay