WOE TO THE waiting
The riskers for taking
For thinking too seriously

I’ve mustered and busted
And cornered and clustered
And wrestled with moments like these

The stuff of life begs and it pleads for attention
The thief steals creativity

That cruel spy is timing
To ruin and live by
I’ve rushed and I’ve hustled and schemed

Yet to all who have loved me
Enough to befriend me
Time stops when we sit here and dream

The fatalist moments
Of puppeteer fancy
Fade out under twinkle light beams

As we wait
For the band
To play on

Stephanie Platter is a teacher, writer, film critic, and coffee lover who has taken years of piano lessons but only plays a little bass guitar when the family band needs for her to.