December 13, 2011

Stand In

Everyone said I'd be
happy here, standing in line
waiting my turn. It's a holiday,
they said. I'd get
used to the weather,
nothing to forget,
no need to be driven,
no saving face,
just being forgiven.
After waiting for years,
it feels absurd,
nothing is earned,
nothing deserved.
I know I'm taking
someone's place,
living their life
in a moment of grace.
The line stretches forward
to some kind of decision,
but judgment on me
has already been given.