day 109

we have words to say,
then say,
we say, the sayings come closer
of words they said,
then we say,
the words
to say
offering nothing
but the words that haunt us.

of words that haunted us,
don't say,
they said, and we can ignore,
or not,
the words,
to ignore
offering, nothing
of words that cool, with an afternoon siesta...

that spills into a game, a spiel between two chess players,
leading into a stalemate, but by stroke of chance, the earth
shakes, tipping the pieces over the table, and the game ends
with their memories failing them, of the original positions,
and all they can remember, is the act of the future move,
between the step to take, and the step to counter --
that is my dream during my nap,
that ceases, the dream, and the earthquake.

what next?

the next siesta,
if time permits,
another daytime, to sleep, confident of waking.