Waiting in Time

Elephant tattoos are painted

on Rocky Mountain walls, far below

untouched Rocky Mountain highs.

Faith-looking is the mime

with an irreversibly painted soul.

Hearty flight and weighted melancholy

are inside the climber crazed.

Better off behind bars! says the freighted train.

Reach the top or else stop

in a field of ghost-hidden tracks;

monotony ruined man

well before Adam ate an apple.

Death or else splendor!

says the slender young rebel;

risking a chance to defeat

a deadly, life-procuring devil—

a place no sane man dare be.

Alas! he says when he grasps

what for millennia he has seen.

Touch a brisk, frosty heaven

and laugh within and away

a devilish pain.

Let go of what once was, and see what is!

He shouts a wolf puppy howl

and then makes his way down.

Eventually older, he wonders

if he was the fool he’d spoken of before

and then blushes;

he acts so similar to how he was before,

and it makes him wonder,

even when thinking

of those he’s once adored,

what his time waiting had all been for.

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