I watch and wait


Thundering, blowing rain
A squall
Wind-whipped leaves
Vegetables in the prisoners’ garden
Planted in the housing unit yard
By the fence

While a desolate place
Nurturing rain
Symbols of life’s hope
Grace overcoming bleakness
Pushing aside despair

Sheltered under an overhang
I watch and wait
Far from the chapel
Where men also wait
Four locked gates away
I watch and wait

© 2017 Thomas W. Cummins

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6 Responses to “I watch and wait”

  1. maskednative Says:

    This is great Tom. You capture the presence of hope within such a closed space, it’s tangible.

  2. Tom Says:

    Thank you, Teri. I am easily still alone watching that wonderful scene in that awful place.

    It is my hope that those men will always dwell with me in my thoughts. There is something about the human spirit up against all that stone and steel that seems to illuminate the purpose that lies behind a true encounter with the other, that collective suffering and societal estrangement that simply yearns to connect.

    • maskednative Says:

      Thank you, Tom, for that insight into suffering. I had never thought about suffering in the way you decribe. The yearning to connect is desperate, coming from a place of deep hurt, lashing out to be seen and understood. You have given me a lot to think about.

  3. maskednative Says:

    p.s. I’m keeping this poem Tom, in case I should ever forget.

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