Noughts and crosses

don’t know if I’ll get there
not sure if I’ll go,
but hope
has to be somewhere
the prophet told me so.

If and when
(the carrot and the stick )
I do
will you
be there before me?

private questions with no answers
dance across my tiring eyes,

more sure of this
the kiss brings life
to marble

© 2018, John Smallshaw.