DUMBFOUNDED COUNTING TIME
Dr. Oliver Friggieri
Each wave comes and goes, wishing for something
I too seek. Oh,
frivolous wave,
here lie sunken all efforts
the ocean beckons like a graveyard
waiting for the next in line to go in place.
Each pebble a witness to how it all began,
reticent, each pebble a sworn secret,
I too at the start played joyfully with pebbles.
The ocean beckons like a
graveyard,
yesterday it was one endless warm swirl,
sleepless, a watchful sentinel,
laughing at us, children failing to grow
up.
Dumbfounded we count time and from our
hands
drip the cold and wasted years.
The years are precious coins,
counterfeit coins.