...while there is time to share with friends a calm stillness... Photo: by Ben White on Unsplash
On the quiet
Poem by Bob Ward
No, not the stasis
of the railway waiting room,
people held between arrival
and hopes for a departure,
each coddling their isolation
by nosing deeply in a paper
or fingering restlessly
the keypad on their phone,
wondering why the train runs late
and whether on this journey
they’ll be able to get a seat.
No, this other-now happens
in an anywhere place
and the travel does not cross
a land, while there is time
to share with friends a calm
stillness, sensitive to such echoes
that radiate from the Word
spoken at the Beginning
so, it might be said again.
And if nothing’s uttered, this time,
by the close, then there’s the hand
shakes with those around you,
true messages in themselves.
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