“Turn with me to chapter three

Of the holy book second Timothy”

The flip of pages

Taps of fingers on phones

I wonder what is cooking for lunch at home

“Don’t be a lover of money, but of God”

“Amen” I say, but I’m starting to nod

I try to listen as the preacher says more

But the person behind me is starting to snore

The snoring stops, I’m assuming that Reese

Has woken his brother—for now at least

I sketch on some paper

A dragon

A sword

“Avoid such people, thus says the Lord.”

The volume rises, It’s getting intense

But so are my daydreams I’m beginning to wince

And then my ears tingle

A familiar snore

I guess I can’t blame him, I too get bored

The snoring stops then continues

Not much time in between

I look at the time

It’s not yet 11:15!

It’s a moment in time

But a moment so long

I could write this poem into a full length song