The Lull 140303

Waiting

I people-watch

Eavesdropping

Gleaning useless information

That will be

Promptly forgotten anyway

Uncomfortable, this

uneasy lull in action

In crowds

In papers and research

Sheets covered in black print

Night turns to day

and day remains day

And what have I got left

To give?

Meaning eludes me.

And so I sit

And wait.

And wait.