While You Wait

train-station

Perhaps there is value and patience learned in showing up for a train that is delayed

Trusting in know it is slowly finding its way

A passenger must question with the same trust and know

When we show up and wait for a train who has clearly derailed

Who only knows departure, never an arrival

Who jumps the tracks by nature and design

As you sit by the rails, stationed in your wait

Think about the train you wish to get on

Is it is simply running late

Or

Will it dangerously arrive

Derailing once more

Taking you out while you wait

In natural stride

~Alisa Hutton

Some

moon

While the world was chasing the light of the sun

Basking in the play of uniformed hearts

All things daytime

Glossy surfaces and comfortable prose in well-lit spaces

She noticed some who quietly breathe at 4am

Who quietly ponder thoughts in the dark

Mirrored in their tired eyes

She noticed the light of the moon

Its ability to shine during darkness

Not when the world is well-lit, comfortably warm and knowing

The moon, its unique nature of sitting in the discomfort of the dark

Embracing fear

Yet still able to bring light

Hanging just right

Beside the stars where hopes and dreams are silently thrown when dusk departs and prior to the assumed arrival of dawn

In her quiet

She fell in love with the moon, its gentle touch and tender ways of giving light to those who dare to breathe in the discomfort of their dark

~Alisa Hutton