The Hour
27th November 2022

I sense the hour has come,
life’s work, it is undone,

storms blowing in,
scratchy violins,

imperfect and real,
futures, …full of new ordeals,

…yet more fights to be won,
before the end is done,

and I, …I must follow the hour.

Prompt: Follow the hour..

Rooftops,
Cuzco, Peru.