the stoplight once again turns red
and we all stop waiting to cross
we all need shelter and some bread
if possible also some gloss
we wait in vain perhaps who knows
we wait the day with the green light
we wait and slowly we get close
we wait the deepest night
the sun is still up in the sky
and smiles to me and shines
over my head dominates high
yet shows me sunset’s signs
just little things you ask yourself
if it’s always been there
like books forgotten on the shelf
of which you’re not aware
some stories have a way of leaving
such marks on you forever sometimes
a way of being unforgiving
condemning you for all your crimes
the sun might shine but morning’s over
and I don’t know what time might be
I wonder how much is left over
before the dusk drowns in the sea
before night comes I want to build
a home from where to see the setting sun
large windows greet the western field
inside all sunrays streaming run
shelter and bread everyone needs
but seldom is enough
for better lives I have the seeds
spring is so short the frost so rough
not easy to find the right place
harder to find the perfect moment
to plant the seed and give it space
to thrive and grow without resent
I wait but where is my stoplight
it might be red it might be green
I can see yet I lack the sight
I wait to see and to be seen
I wait to find the pair of hands
to help me build the home I need
on shaky grounds my dear dream stands
and at the mercy of a whim
a breath of wind can arbitrate
the destination of us all
may it be chance may it be fate
may anything be big or small
each passing moment weighs a pound
minutes are heavy years are light
I want to find and to be found
and fall asleep tonight
January 2023