Cryptic poemetry, exhausted Margs, a really really awesome quote at the end.
“The Waiting Room
By Maggie McGinity
And you know that you can’t stay here forever
That would be insane
Infinite time spilling over
Every corner and every chair
Never faster or slower
Constant pressure there
Everything’s forgetting or prepare
In between knowing and going
Sands of time my soul is stowing
Now is a strange uncertainty.
Every day must have its mending,
Ceasing, caesura, (im)perfect
Stranded so in time and space
Soon there’s an ending for this race.
Antagonizing minutes, and fainting hours
Rarely hold their strongest powers.
You’ll know. You’ll see.
Miss not the point of this exercise?
Every one watch with weary eyes.”
“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
-“Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke