Sunday, January 24, 2021

"This Waiting Room of the World" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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“This Waiting Room of the World”

I’ve always found this a trying time of the year.  The leaves not yet out, mud everywhere you go.  Frosty mornings gone.  Sunny mornings not yet come.  Give me blizzards and frozen pipes, but not this nothing time, not this waiting room of the world.

 

-Jack in Shadowlands

 

Slow raindrops are the pulse that marks the time

Which falls with them upon the browning leaves

Each one of them a railway station bench

In a darkened world where trains have ceased to run

 

The ticket window is closed the rest of the day

But someone says the local will run tomorrow

Maybe around two if the tracks are cleared

Of all the hopes that seem to block the line

 

But maybe not, for nothing seems to move

And the journeys of life are forbidden to us

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