Kicking off my writing sabbatical, I wrote three poems that have been lingering in my mind. An airport layover is a great gift of time to write.
Waiting for a train
9/11/2013
Busy, hot day
Stuck behind the tracks
waiting for a train to pass
Be okay with idle time
Time is passing
My car engine is running
Burning gasoline
The train stops on the tracks
I shift into neutral
Time is passing
Making no progress
Be okay with no progress
Just be
Time is passing
Train is not moving
Turn up the air conditioning
to be comfortable
while time is passing
This must be what it’s like
waiting to die
Lingering
The panic of lost time
No control
except to keep comfortable
and wait
for the moment when
the lights stop flashing
and the gates open
and you drive across the tracks.
Marked sheep
9/11/2013
by Dawn Anderson
A flock of neatly sheered sheep
casually munch the standing hay of late summer
Some are marked with pink spray paint.
Oblivious, they graze side by side
with the unmarked sheep.
Are we marked for butcher?
with liver cancer?
with waiting aneurism?
with approaching car crash?
Would the pink painted sheep
still be grazing
if they knew?
Switching radio stations
9/11/2013
This is an okay song
Maybe there is a better song
Try the other radio station buttons
I find nothing better
and return to the first song.
Was it worth searching?
Sometimes it is.
CreatetheDawn 