Empty as a Pocket

Staring down the channel 

of my next 15 minutes;

certain only that the boredom

of the moment won’t do anymore.

And the patterns of the old days need to change

Yet the old dog can’t escape the comfort of his ways.

And the puzzle lies inert before my eyes,

rendering only mosaics with no pattern,

no picture, no way to put together 

my passion for another 15 minutes. 

 © Philip Knight 2018