waiting 4/16/20

waiting for nothingness 

to be in the shape of its absence.

waiting for silence to speak up 

out of the ambience all around,

for sightlessness to reveal 

in its vacuous ways,

for the stale breath of dreams 

to lay wasted in the vacuum 

readying to refill.

waiting for the presence of an empty mind

to articulate the truth.

waiting for the stillborn metals of railroad tracks

to never remember 

the weight bearing tasks of the past,

for words to fly by in a meaningless sky

migrating back to their land of inconsequential,

for focus to rediscover 

a frameless sense of existence, 

for mood to give up on 

its on-call services rendering.

waiting for thought 

to lack in its blanketing potential

and for time to deliver 

the punch line to the joke about waiting. 

so, did you ever hear the one about (?) . . .