Hanging On

Days pass in scurrying,
            hurrying moments,

  consolidating time
            into packets composed
            of frantic nothingness –  

get to work on time,
            do the job, pay the bills,
            keep on keeping up.  

                        Just hanging on –  

gouging out minutes
            to refresh the mind 

with artful words, visiting
            worlds in images rent
            from artists’ dreams and nightmares, 

accompanied by lyrical notes birthed
            from musicians’ hands,
            played in counterpoint 

                        to my own ink bled onto a page.