WAITING FOR AFTERNOON-a poem [Sa, 5-19-18]

WAITING FOR AFTERNOON-a poem                        [Sa, 5-19-18]

I am waiting for the afternoon

Hurry midday

or lunch time

or whatever it is called

Come here quickly

for the morning

is a desperate time

full of angst

and toil and doubt

But after lunch, I fall asleep

My frantic desperate morning self

can rest in memories

of other summer afternoons,

when the hours held warm

hopes and cold tea

JRMcF

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

Not long ago, Helen gave me a copy of A Gentleman in Moscow, by Amor Towles. It is a lovely book. I don’t think anyone else today writes with the elegance of Towles. The characters and their relationships are all intriguing and inviting, and the story is one of acceptance and liberation at the same time. It is a slow read, not because it is difficult, but because it should be savored.