In Between

In Between

Sometimes, large

swaths of time

are lost in

queues,

listening to

the elevator

music of

call centers,

waiting for the

truck to arrive,

watching

furniture,

holding the pen,

holding the form,

holding the phone

as it burns

your ear.

Anything is

better than

this.

And then

you come

through.

And forget

this eternity

the next time

it comes

around.

Image: Martin Lostack of Unsplash

April 29, 2021

#NaPoWriMo2021 No. 29

Noodle Soup And Waiting

By Justine C. Tajonera

The night presses
on and all I have
in my hands is
a bowl of noodle
soup.

Accomplishment and
disappointments
blur at this time
of the evening.

All that is clear
to me
is the steaming
bowl, the state
of waiting.

I have the soup,
the noodles,
the entirety
of the moment.
I let myself wait
and feel the
passing of
time.

I help myself
to peace
of mind.

(October 9, 2009)