The Lull
The Lull
Three women
(could as easily be
men) at the table in
McDonald's. The sounds
of their voices crest and dip
like the smoothed waves
of the ocean pulled along by
the moon. I wait for a lull
(how do we time our talk
like that so it fits so familiar
as the pieces to a well-worn
puzzle? I wonder), I
wait for a lull.