Waiting Place

Waiting Place

The waiting place is sacred
because here there is only a stillness-until

You can opt not to move
or you can pace along the perimeter

but let the land help you

Let it push up into your mind
as a foot pushed down into sand

Your name will be said loudly into a room
Your train will show itself
The dusk will take one big step toward you
without asking

The future will become what happens to you
now but until then you can let the time out of the room
and hand over what you need