Fallow 323

The sun has gone down

Time vortex may be clearing

On Eve of New Year

Are these the tendrils

Of which I am unaware

Which move time strangely?

Which will be last quake

Giving way to first tremor

Likes of which unseen?

When will I smile

Not at memory of dream

Or distant whisper/shouting?

Not for waves on shore

Not for invisible hand

But perfection, here?

Talk about timing...

Seems the only hurdle left

But it keeps shifting

I worked a half day

And found a wall remaining

So I ignored knock

So to speak, I guess

Now I wait for midnight, yes?

Keep running it back...