One Piece by Andrew H. Oerke

Time Takes it Easy in the Shade of a Grape Arbor

Actually, Time is a regular visitor here.
She’s rich, relaxed and charming in a chair
in the shade of a trellis, or she strolls
in a peignoir of stardust, or in broad daylight
among the columns n porches of the ageing past.

The sun’s honey-hive is oozing over.
Golden bees plunder the buckwheat and drone
back n forth like small trolleys jammed with ore.
And when Sleeping breathes heavy, a patient
hunting for his way out of a coma,
Time, the suave medico in sunglasses, bows,
and like a magician removes the dream
as if it were a poultice, and you wake up.
Morning yawns, rolls over, and calls out your name.
You are the one, after all. You are the one.

{Poem by Andrew H. Oerke}