15

One day I will eat
egg whites in purgatory
with my sins stacked beside me
like pancakes

Today I wait
pressed
between the pages of a book

In the kitchen
a lone wasp circles
around the light

Outside snow gathers
in the low spots
I take out my biggest pot
this is a soup night

10

My life
is sealed
in long-ago rooms
packed into forever boxes
and stacked in the someday closet

Linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where they asked for micro poetry using the phrase “long-ago rooms” from Maya Angelou’s poem “When You Come”.

Waiting

“Time is the school in which we learn.”  -Joan Didion

The waiting room attendant
is bright, chipper
relentless as an alarm clock.
The room itself
is filled
with soft muzak
and soap opera dialog
competing to be white noise
but at least they cover
the florescent hum.

I sip elderly, burnt coffee
without really tasting it
as I recite
silent prayers and promises
to learn the lessons of patience.

 

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub open link night.