The Other Shoe

Drums...

Like rain on the roof, like now.
Drums like my "To Do" list, never ends.
At 3am the drum is my heart, pounding
in my chest. A panic metronone.
Skin pulled too tight,
Time pulled too tight,
My heart pulled too, too tight.

Waiting for the other shoe -
Snapping, snapping, drum, drum, drop.