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Waiting Room

Waiting Room

and the clock

on the wall

folded its hands

and away in my mind

thought of a different time

and it still doesn’t make sense to me

and I’ve talked to God about it

seven to date

and it always starts with, why

my mortal mind needs answers

my soul needs none

and I thought about this

as we waited

from sun to moon

for the clock

on the wall

to unfold its hands

for the boy-man to walk down the hall

through the double doors

to tell us what we needed to hear

“she’s born”

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery