Bill Pearlman: Timeout

Only between these incorrigible

Fascinations with time, with everything

Piled into a ferment, guarded

Against the public dance, the purpose

In our prideful density, the basic

Throbbing of life unearthed

Or cried wide open—outstretched

Misericordia & the living grace

We have nearly outlived—

Give way, morning bluster

And the mute timings of hope

Try and find the newcomer logic

Or the untrammeled undoings of time

Just as you gaze through surrender

Up springs a jolly disparaging look