Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
"Dicen que uno empieza a curarse cuando el primer pensamiento de la mañana no es para él"
- El Tiempo Entre Costuras