Forgotten Ground Regained
Change of Pace
Sluggard and lingerer · he lagged to the rear,heedless of pleas, · of my hands’ exhorting,my poundwood tantrums, · torpor, anguishat stone-booted slouchiness, · spite, mockery.Then how does it happen · with hateful speedsilent footed · he flits aheadwhile leadshod I lumber, · logy and tired,wasted, my calls · to wait, to tarry,my eyes, astrain, · seeking him out,distant and dwindling, · when, decades past,no fury of mine · could move him to hasten?
Copyright © Donald Mace Williams, 2023
First published in Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse, New Series, Issue 2, Spring, 2024
Answer: time