While Waiting
The white line I’m staring at
begins to blur.
I am crying.
The first tears in a long time.
I indulge in this emotion for a while.
I don’t mean to write down
the tears’ origins,
but a line of words comes out.
I ready myself
to pull out another line.
The tears quickly recede,
erasing the words.
I recall what happened
last night.
Tears well up,
recede,
well up,
keeping me busy.
Far below the bottom of words,
the tears, the magma,
is looking for a crack
out of which to erupt.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026