A Waiting Place
Let me sit on the narrow stair,
Not very high or low, just where
My beating heart can slow its pace.
There is waiting in this place.
Wandering through the day and night,
Between dark’s boundary with light;
The past and future interlace.
There is waiting in this place.
While I rest on this gentle slope,
A weary wait turns into hope.
Fear will vanish without a trace,
For there is waiting in this place
Pamela Olson
A Kyrielle for The Miss Rumphius Effect prompt.
6 commentsMyopic Morning – a Tanka for an Early Riser
myopic morning
the only thing in focus
is the deep darkness
up before the alarm sounds
too early to start the day
Pamela Olson, 4/18/08
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