Waiting - For Contest

WAITING – for contest They marched. Full pack, heads fighting the urge for one more glance last sight of those they left behind. We watched hands held hearts touching as the buses rolled out of sight. We cried as we walked through the empty space left in their absence, the presence of a lack of presence. We raged beneath the obvious anger the dread of nightfall’s sleeplessness the heaviness of daybreak. We prayed each as they could buoying the fragile bubble of hope voicing thoughts denied expression. We waited in porcupine pose wearied by waiting’s onslaught aching for the touch of presence exhaling the pain of absence. John G. Lawless 9/4/2015