Cecilia White #9: in absentia

in absentia

waiting is more than habit
old wool chafing
your mind's skin.
thin never felt like this
one layer left. undercover

you shift feet, pace refuses
time, ignores the tick
of metal, glass and boxes.
you can't contain yourself

in absentia, that space

full and void in crisis.
without reason, you feel
engineering has nothing to do
with eternity, loping corridor
incomplete with closure. window

sash ragging in your hands.

cw