Sorry for the sparse posts in recent weeks. Things have been a little crazy ’round here. I took a trip up to the Bay area to see my sister, came home and got a burn on my dominant hand that was serious enough to send me to the ER in the back of an ambulance (I hope to share a personal essay with my readers about that experience soon). Thank G-d, I’m now on the mend and in the midst of several deadlines.
But just to let y’all know I haven’t forgotten you, I’m going to share a piece of poetry I wrote while waiting for my sister to pick me up at the train station in San Jose.
No Stopping, Fire Lane
Everyone just ignores the sign
Just stopping for a moment, they say.
I’ll be quick.
It’s just a drop.
Some hug and kiss
Look over their shoulder and wave.
Others step out of the car without even a backward glance.
I wait at the curb.
It’s hotter inside the train station than outside it.
Someone waves as they approach.
I wave back before I realize
they’re not waving at me.
My ride will pull up,
and she’ll ignore the sign