Any minute now, it’ll happen:
fate. Destiny.
The axe falling.
The boot dropping
heel first upon the neck
of its neck victim
any minute now.

The waiting is the part
that hangs on
as each minute
becomes a moment
and each moment
lasts an eon indefinite
as instants stretch on.

The answers are coming.
They’ll blow on by
at any time
– any minute now –
as thoughts repeat
and echo
and everything circles
and it’s gonna happen soon
but not now.
Not yet.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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