I am waiting
On a ramp to the freeway
Veins flushed, morning rushed
Still I won't be let down
Through the backlog
Of the fires we have started
The smoke we have smothered ourselves in
No, I won't be let down
And I looked for something
Outside myself
I promised, and practiced, and didn't back down
No security, no guarantees, and all I have found
Is dependence on disappointment
I am waiting
At a desk in reception
With one overbearing question
Will I leave alone?
On the sidewalk
Ash settles like snowfall
The traffic muffled by silence
A sparrow flies home