Bated Breath (poetry)

Moon’s white shadow
Concealing err-
Hands run their course
Round, round, and round
With an obscure
Click. Click click click.
Noise arouses
Morning’s dim light-
Try to catch my
Bated Breath. Bated Breath.
Moon flees with night
And dreams -and stars-
Expose what’s hid
Behind the pause
Of time in sleep.
The hands still chase
Eachother there.
And when I wake
I find time in
The click, clicking
Of the new day.
Expose what’s hid-
Tucked away by
Slumber and sheet
And begin again.
Try to catch my
Bated breath. Bated breath.