Times Also Come

Times also come when

The direct cannot say it

And the snobby do not judge;

The clever cannot make it

And the clumsy do not budge.

Times also come.

Times also come when

The tired writer, glaring down at the blank page she didn’t write,

Minding every last line, convention, and punctuation,

Begins to build the outline of ten thousand fancied lives

In an unequaled universe of sleuths and conundrum. 

Times also come.

Times also come when

The evil man cries.

Times also come when

The wise woman lies

And the eager are satisfied.

Times also come.

Times also come when

The headstrong hiker, staring down the mountain range he climbed,

Minding every last deadline, essential, and suggestion,

Wants to stay forever in his lazy ways ‘til he dies,

In that unequaled dimension of solitude and sun.

Times also come.

Times also come when

Nothing more can be done.

Times also come when

You need to rest.

Times also come when

You’ve tried your best

But haven’t won.

Times also come.