Woman And Time... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Pulse...Perception...Integral...
Woman on a corner,
'Neath looming storm clouds,
Stands stoically gracefull,
Arms cossed and waiting,
For her Wall Street suitor
Who should have been there -
Twelve minutes ago;
Anxiety rears,
and it all begins.

Tap... Tap... Tapping
Her silver-tipped pump,
On the cobblestone path,
To the beat of impatience,
Anxiously.....
'Til a grey flannel suit
Grabs her peripheral -
A young man trots past,
But, it's not him.
And, again it begins.
Anxiety.....
as she silently pouts,
And raising her wrist
Towards her Revlon eye's,
She fixes her angst
On times eloquence -
She knows he's quite late,
exactly twenty-one minutes;
Movado never lies.

TwentyFive minutes,
Storm clouds approaching;
A Glenn-Plaid suit,
It must be him;
'Til he walks on by...
And that feeling returns,
much stronger now.

Pouting, now anger,
Deep within herself,
Yet, she keeps her stance poised
Though with great self-restraint,
No angst or rancor -
Will imbrue her pride.

Soon stormclouds blacken,
Gathering great strength...
Her eyes to the sky,
Right foot, tap, tap, tapping,
And with unconscious impulse,
She begins to pace,
With rapid stride,
Pride loses its value
As she stares at the cobblestone
pavement beneath her
counting fresh, tiny, raindrops.

A thunderclap follows,
She looks up to the sky,
As raindrops fleck
The tips of her hair,
that she'd spent much money
styling, coiffing
at Balestri's Salon...Just two hours ago.

Then suddenly and ostensibly
Between the raindrops -
An arm reaches out,
She spins in surprise;
To see a warm smile
curling at the corners.
Her Suitor had arrived
With umbrella in one hand,
Twelve roses, in the other.

And then she realised
She'd been early after all,
In stark opposition
To the vintaged belief,
About Woman and Time....
Movado never Lies.


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Frank J. Ryan, Jr.
Copyright © 2013
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*Revised June 10th,2015
Reposted June 19th,2015