281. the waiter in the woods.

even as I sit here now

it waits

in a clearing in the woods

it’s malevolence touches me here

reaches out

and one day I know

I must go there

to reclaim my future, my past


and it waits there

out there

in the darkness, in the night, in the rain

years at a time


but it knows I will come

one day,

I will come


so it waits

and waits

and waits.