Stand here with the dust,
at Rumination Station.
doesn’t have to make us anguished
doesn’t have to amplify our fears
doesn’t have to fill with anxiety
doesn’t have to have a goal
doesn’t have to be anything at all.
into tests we create for ourselves
in circles, wondering where we are.
in lines so straight, less wide than narrow.
steady for a while, then we trip back into our pasts…
Until the sign says “Don’t Walk.”
gives us this brittle soil beneath our feet.
tells us how to feel about the rain.
provides the walls or lack thereof.
As the world surrounds us.
That sound, the train,
It’s coming now.
The years of waiting here.