I wonder what I'm doing here
Besides waiting.
Like being on leave,
And the front line can't
Be found on any map.
I am writing this
Because I am here.
For no reason more
Than to procrastinate.
Because that is my job.
If anyone reads this
He or she may say:
"I am here,
And he was there."
It could be a point
To measure existence from.
The success of an inaudible
Desire,
Implanted centuries ago.
Lost sight of over
Time.
Maybe this is that
Desire,
Unfolding
With every word,
As painful as they are.