waiting in line
and searching for words.
Standing, but instead of going somewhere
I’m wondering when time stopped
or if society is running to nowhere.
Feels like it.
At least I’m writing,
testing my brain,
seeing if it’s working.
what a welcome sight,
me finishing this poem
as I arrive at the head of the line.
©November 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne
*Literally written on my iPhone while standing in line, though not on Black Friday. It seemed appropriate for the day after, though.