Maybe Not Ever.

Three fingers in a glass.

Mixed with tonic.

One glass. Two glass.

Three Glasses.

Drink, think, fill, repeat.

Watch the clock tick

While the people

Flow around the small room

Like a river

Drunk on itself.

Captivating eyes

And bright smiles.

Surround my small table.

I think “Is it now?”

“Is now the time?”


Not yet.

Maybe not ever.