Time-less

No time now to wander thinking
Or thinking, wonder about the time.

( it is getting late, it is getting late, it is getting, later ) 

What is a man to crawl between the sun and earth, neither asleep nor awake 
But bound by daily chains:
His liver eaten out by dishcloths & dustbins, with the chickens pecking in the yard:

It is getting late. The sun is falling behind a cloud as it falls through the earth, 
and emerges on the other end 
- in day.

There is a woman in the house
Lost without thought as she climbs the stairs to bed
Parched as the washing on the line -
( what about those red socks with cross-stitched hearts? )

- nothing to do - at last -

But it is too late, now, to wait.
The moon has risen,
The ghosts are frolicking in the yard.