Something about “to pass the time”
I couldn’t really hear
Through the muffled cough
And shuffled feet

The sounds rush in and out
Incomplete
Somehow more beautiful for it
Schedules personified, maybe

His missed directions
Do not preclude me
There is equal value
In inaction as its counterpart

Balance, I suppose
The oft referred key
That never seems
To make it off the ring

So do not trouble me
With your coffee cups
Adrenaline-fueled charades
Long unslumbered nights
Grand parading lead by myriad prophecies
-which one?

The frantic scurrying of your claws
As you dig, deeper, deeper
Fiending for the lunar eyes
That return curious, befuddled looks

There’s a secret I never told you
I don’t think he heard either
As he left
When you keep your mind sharp
The only surprises you find
Are the ones you don’t expect