Last Sunday

I wait. Words but and or come - nothing doing: a rhythm sways in but goes away uninterested. I wait again. Words understood and understand come, and another rhythm filters in, its strands glancing understood, but just too late to take a hold of it: understood falls, and understand, watching, moves away, (understandably). I wait. Unsaid rhythms form and then go; words like hemisphere and rope-rash and ass saunter in and then leave without trace, and also with. Until until comes, with before and with after. Erect words that stride into place and wait here with me for rhythm.