Waiting


Sitting by the window, hundred meter high
And watching the Moon hide behind the clouds.
The upright bars, spaced evenly
Plot the sky on a metal graph.
When the Moon comes out, upright shadows
Appear within the room like dark stripes
Painted on a fading ground with air
Washed in bright blue and silver light.
Gazing far below, one hundred meter down
Watching tiny people walking to and fro.
The upright bars, spaced evenly
Plot them too on a metal graph.
Sitting by the window, hundred meter high
And watching the gloomy night becoming
A pale and sunny day, the heat
Ever on the rise and baking the ground.
Waiting as the humid wind high up here
Growing wet and damp and silent
And the noon benighted prematurely
Like the prelude of a cruel storm.

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