Jan 10, 2018 Original Poetry
In the Dressing Room, Awaiting Form
©January 10th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Electricity hums to itself,
An insane loop trapped in wires,
And the clock ticks on and on
Like a water- buffalo going round and round
In its path around the water-wheel
Yoked and weary, and toiling mightily.
I sit and listen, an empty thing in a cluttered room.
And wait.
Clothes hanging forlornly on a rack,
Clothes draped limply on chairs,
Clothes spinning in the washing machine,
All await form and substance.
I sit, their attentive servant,
And wait with them.
Tomorrow, they will move with purpose,
Draped over their humans,
And create a world imagined
A very long time ago.
They will move with their humans,
And make the unreal real
Over and over again,
While the clock ticks on and on,
And they will move us all.
And I will wait.
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