Sundial Blues

Coming to see me so soon, thank you, thank you

Thank me, and you too, a cavalcade of gratefulness runs right through

like a stream of affirmations, longing to be validated for a good deed, or for simply being. simply being 

being someone who is there, for who is not is unaware.

unaware of what’s at stake, my boredom is there for you to take…

taking as my much as what is given, but to be so sinister, while you’re giggling, seems so curt to me, but it’s intrigue intrigue. 

All of it’s pitted penance, i lay upon the sundial, and I feel elegant but without sincerity, my body holds the position of 12 o ‘ clock, i crawl up into a ball, the ticking has stopped.

© Callan Cummings 2017