Saturday

 I didn’t know I was bored

Until I saw what others

Did with their time

 

Didn’t know I

Couldn’t do something

Until someone spoke

Through me

Of impossibility

 

These are not

Words

To entertain/

My song is in sync

With the whoosh whoosh

Of the needle

 

And in that space

Between the grooves

The record

Finds my voice

 

Full and rich

In the palette

Of the nearly

Retired.

 

 

                                    (c) jim hill (12-13-09)