Waiting
Resting, in your silent,
And hard chambered world.
Insulated from knowing right or wrong,
Or seeing faces.
Just muffled sounds come to you,
And infrequent flashes of circular light,
Bouncing down grooved steel.
That is your view of the outside world.
Waiting to take your turn,
Running the curved spiral out into what we call life,
That’s where I live, and make the decision to free you.
Or not.
Wish I could make no judgments,
Just take the action, and fly.
September 2008
2 comments:
Found your blog in my travels through the milblogospere. Your poetry is wonderful. Did I miss your MOS in previous blog posts? Do you work in a CSH? Take care.
Beautiful!
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