Waiting for writing-
or write while we wait.
Never simply write-
but a remarkable moment when it happens
–clenching ones hands-
writhing in the thought…
where to take it…….
Finding the train is hard to begin with; time tables, numbers, reservations…. abbrvtns-
Why do we need those damn things all the time?
Confounding the uninformed…
wonder who’s fauly that is…..
Of course- the fault never falls on you or me–
But without changing, affectinig—
there’s realization….
And boarding is the thing that matters-
you can figure out where you
belong if the train is moving-
but if your not of it
nevermind, man.