What a struggle
to be me,
sitting here
so patiently
waiting for a new train to come,
the last one long gone,
gone, gone…
We need nothing,
and yet there is longing;
we want everything,
and yet here it is:
everything,
sitting
on some stone in my backyard.
All alone, it has sat.
Patiently,
sitting,
in a station
I have sat at many times.
Maybe if it looked in on itself,
it would find patience there, too.
January 9, 2016
