Zywa
Living breaks
I'm living in meantime
in a checkout queue or a lobby
at the hairdresser and the laundry
and when I take tit-bits and pastry
I'm living in meantime
when it's quiet in the train
when it's cloudy under the plane
and while I'm singing a refrain
when I'm at a stop in suburbia
take shelter and wait under a pergola
or pass over a few turns
when visitors are not coming
when it is silent after a greeting
and after excuses for early leaving
when friends whine about communication
repeat their stories with every consideration
for a lack of interest in a real conversation
In that meantime, the quotidian
breaks in between the action
I realize that I'm a person
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