The Poem Before Full Bore

Proper boredom takes some time.
At the start, you’re both relaxed
And fidgety, settling down.

You need to know the gap’s there,
That the alarm won’t save you
At any moment. The wait,

The awareness of the wait,
The awareness you’re between
The beginning and the end

Of a boring stretch of time,
Not very near either side,
That’s what you’re going for. Now,

If you’ve blocked your gap all out
Like a well-planned reservoir
Starting to back up time’s streams,

And you can feel it rising,
Floating you to the middle
Of interchangeable waves,

Equidistant from all shores,
You’re almost ready for it,
As soon as you drop this poem.