George Freek

The Hours Before Nightfall
 
Time falls from the stars,
like invisible dust,
and the moon is a clock,
ticking away the time
I have left on this planet.
Life is still a mystery.
I try not to care.
I worry about losing my hair.
When I look in the mirror,
I hardly recognize what I see.
When unseen crickets
play sonatas in the grass,
are they speaking a language
only God knows.
I don’t think so.
They’re like me.
They’re in a hurry
to get somewhere
but they don’t know where.

George Freek's poem "Enigmatic Variations" was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem "Night Thoughts" was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.