[Poem] Game of Turns

2008-10-30 @ 2:43 a.m.

there's a someday someone
somewhere
and when the grinding clockwork screeches
metallic
to a stop and the pendulum swings back again,
my turn
sweat
move the piece, white or black

slowly
to open my eyes takes
the effort of a million
bated breaths
and I see you standing there,

black or white,
and your king is right in my way

and I'm okay with that

because it's time to move on.