Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Airport

We wait around
the carousel.
Craning necks.
Shoving shoulders.
Our straining eyes
give away
our impatience.
And they give away
our refusal
to understand that
what has to come
will come
only when it is time.
Even if it
belongs to us.

1 comment:

deeps said...

the imminent has to happen