older

an old man stands in the middle of the road
with a doll's head in his hands
earlier a shirtless boy was smashing bulbs on the street

this was on a drive that would open
to grand vistas of a mountain of myth
how many of the three hundred years have passed now?
some giant will come striding
through at the promised time

i have the complacence of those
enough has come to pass

appointments met
promises delivered also
things that fall through

enough to recall what has been done before
faith of things that come together
what is waiting around the bend

heart enough to gather what has shattered
head full enough to hold
between two lined hands