Passing the Time Between Salvation and Waiting

there’s the familiar
lingering gnawing
in my chest cavity
as the minutes pass
on all the digital
clocks. i can count
every light that’s on
in this house and
it’s too many. too
many for the kind
of thoughts that i’ve
been having all day
between the sitting
and the standing, be-
tween the talking &
the smiling and the
silence. the bright
screen reflects off
my face, but i can’t
see it from where
i’m sitting. crickets
chirp outside the
kitchen window as
my refrigerator hums
its steady mechanical
hum. i write & erase
words and write and
erase words until,
giving up finally, these
lines emerge, and the
cricket stops singing
but the numbers on
the clock still change.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Passing the Time Between Salvation and Waiting

  1. I love the form. It fits especially well with this poem. A good title too, but I have always been a fan of your titles so that goes without saying. I especially like this part: “… finally, these / lines emerge, and the / cricket stops singing / but the numbers on / the clock still change.” I love when things end on a simple, yet profoundly philosophical note.

    • That’s my favorite part, too. I sat on this poem for a whole day before finally deciding to just post it. I love when that happens: something not-so-amazing to me strikes a chord with someone else. THE biggest perk to sharing, bar none.
      Thanks Eva.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s