May 16, 2014


Standing in line
at the bank,
I'm no longer working,
not going out much
or waiting for anyone
to come in.
I take time
with the morning paper,
listen to dogs 
barking at the wind, 
wait for just the right
person to call me,
as if my phone
might ring again.

Now I've been replaced
at the office,
my job filled
by someone new,
I'm having a vague
sense of foreboding,
unsure of what
I ought to do.
I pay my bills
and try to focus, 
see if I can learn
to fill the silence,
talk to myself
without repeating,
the one true
rule of my
new found land.