Shuffling

The last moments
Before departure
Always seem so empty
Waiting for arrival
Always seems
So drawn out

Shuffling feet
When all is done
By way of preparation
Must be a madness
To be ahead
Of oneself like that

How can it be
Perhaps
That this time
Be outside of doing
Or this not doing
Be wasted

(Note: A narrative unfolds
An arrival
Some rendezvous
Arrangements organised
Nevertheless interrupt
Times Janus faced corruption
Accidents
Somehow segued
Unexpected
And
Without inconvenience
Take us breathing
At a steady pace)