TIME OF PAUSE
I’m what’s left
in the toothpaste tube
when squeezing won’t get
any more out. I’ve often
felt this way before. I need
to pause, to be the quiet
on the underside of
an oak leaf. Let the wind come.
I’m going to pause.
I don’t know when
this pause will end.
It always does. Then I’m
a bluebird flying from
the nest to the flagpole’s tip.
That can only happen after
a sweet pause,
a mid-day nap, sitting still,
not talking.
Kenneth Pobo has a recent chapbook out called Lavender Fire, Lavender Rose from BrickHouse Books. In addition to Ink Sweat & Tears, his work appears in Brittle Star, Crannog, London Grip and elsewhere.