Waiting

* What lies between each moment are more moments, more seconds passing by, ticked out by time. Labyrinths wait for you, a passage back, to find the portal home.  Peace and quiet hide beneath the seconds, wait on the calm in turn, for their return. 

               Wait

Interim intervals last forever, gone

Continuous time slows to a random crawl

Comes to a stop at stations end

Some villagers take pleasure in town

Doing something all the time, they walk

As a distraction, a conclusion to it all

From a distance stands the labyrinth

Watched in silence by the crowd

Not a sound from anyone around

Over there, walls tower to be observed

Stand outside simply to be seen

Eternally in their place they do not move

For hours on end nothing happens

At the same time more time passes

Like something from the past

Going nowhere with stationary thoughts

Displaced by motions interim intervals

More people come, expect delays

Abide by nature's late departures

Some sit outside for hours on end

Others standing still suspended in space

They stand for something real

The end is near but still we stay

So much waiting to be done

Where will we find the time

There is nothing else to do

We wait here like our parents in vigilance

Continue to do what we do best in silence

Hide between the cracks of time delayed

For more lost intervals to come our way

Author's Note

What lies between each moment are more than seconds passing by ticked out by time.