Ten thousand years ago in a smoky cave wasn't all that different. |
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Promised LeisureHere we are huddled together,you and me As we might have been ten thousand years ago, in some smoky cave, taking the moments available between hunger, thirst and shelter These more modern days are defined by your work and mine What happened to that promised leisure we spoke of in the early days, in secret conversations, whispered among kisses? I remember them Those promises that we would be different, that we would never make the choices of our parents Yet here we are like cave creatures, at half past seven, struggling among the timeless ten thousand years--or now And I need to take you in my arms, lift your chin and spend the moment, to feel you breathe and know it’s not a never-ending fate, but just our choices Can we turn off our lives, to stretch and yawn? Let the dinner go to hell and light some candles Lock up my cased papers for another day and yours as well Be idle for a time, in promised leisure |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
