Poem for patience

Trams on Nicholson street

traffics swirling sounds, I’m bound

to their mad wheels

I want to heal

I can’t write today..

My malaise is bound to my DNA

have you tried to pray?

Not anymore, the silence stilled me

God was on hiatus..

I felt the veins in my neck beat

in that oven heat

my feet tired from treading asphalt

No

I can’t write today

will my window open wider to wisdom?

Oh who are we to even think

my weak words sink

Pebbles in a crowded pond

I am beyond..

No, I can’t write today.

Chris

Melbourne 2025