Tick tock
goes the clock
flick flack
flips the calendar
What are you
waiting for?
What are you
waiting for?
well,
oh, my dear–
haven’t you heard?
oh, my querying self–
don’t you know?
I’m travelling to Australia
in one week
that one place
you’ve whispered
for
so
long.
How does it feel?
well, it’s a little like this:
For every second the clock ticks
it’s like I downed three shots of espresso
For every day that flips past
it’s like I slurped in a helium balloon
Buzzing caffeine butterflies
High-pitched conversations
you think I’d know
impatience and excitement
when I feel it
But instead it has to hit me
like a slap
of slippery fish on my face
like the slap
of writing DTS poetry:
Surprising,
but hilarious.
Tick tock
goes the clock
flick flack
flips the calendar
and it’s only one week to go.
Photo: Suburb of Mayfield; Newcastle, NSW, Australia. March 2015.
