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”
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