Some say our generation has the best balance,
we've learned to walk a tightrope between years:

too old for the millennium,
too young for middle age,
too slow for forward motion,
too fast for the past.

But we practice.
Never let it be said
we don't practice.

We can't help but stand,
clipped, caged,
or just shod,
practicing our art:

we wait at stop lights,
outside our apartments,
in line for addictions,
in front of cars or
behind pedestrians,
for inconvenience's sake,

to build a buffer,
to build suspense,
before acceptance,
longer before rejection,
desperately for a week
before our paychecks,

respectfully behind funeral
or wedding processions,
at the moment of accepting
inevitable purgation,

whenever we have a chance,
for whatever it's worth,
we're good at waiting,
we have the best balance

and I'm afraid we always will.

06/12/2009

Author's Note: over the course of a week or so

Posted on 06/12/2009
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