I find I go through life
with either
great patience
or great desperation
I sometimes wait.
content to watch the shadows
stretch and retreat
beneath my window
and sometimes
I am overwhelmed by a great need
to move.
or experience a hunger
like Cronus had for his children.
I do not see the sense of walking
when I can run towards the sun
or stand still
and let the world
come to me.
“and sometimes
I am overwhelmed by a great need
to move.
or experience a hunger
like Cronus had for his children.”
Yes, this. And… Cronus – like father, like son.