Ten Minutes Will Do It

Fifteen to ten and still no sound.
I have bucked the time warp and tried
the refugee river captain and run past
the fountain with lights and jars.

I have been a little timid perhaps and
thought of something beyond ten minutes
of running fools with helmets in the
dim passage, a fulcrum of runners.

Now I think that I will project out
and pull in my mummy wrapped in
cactus paper and pollen ink bottles.
Yes, ten more minutes will do it.