THE WEIGHT OF WAITING

poem written for an online poetry contest in response to the above image

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The clock’s hands carve circles  
into the air, but time  
does not move.  

I sit at the edge of a chair  
that remembers the shape  
of someone else’s body.  

Outside, a car engine stutters,  
then dies~  
not mine.  

The phone is a black  
mirror. I stare  
until my face dissolves.  

A fly lands on my wrist,  
its legs like tiny prayers,  
but I do not flinch.  

The sun bleaches the curtains  
white. Shadows grow teeth.  
Still, nothing arrives.  

Somewhere, a train is late.  
Somewhere, a door stays shut.  

Here, I become the waiting.

timefree verse

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