someone is left standing
not knowing the future
having nowhere to ponder such
the leg cramps, fatigue,
eye strain sets in watching
the ears wait for the start of
the poet is chatting with the physicist.
the flutist is playing Moon over Ruined Castle.
the hiker is tapping a walking stick on the wooden floor.
some is oneone is fully asleep, the nodding head snapping
to occasional attention.
someone is still standing,
waiting for a place to sit to ponder
the future, wondering who then
will be left standing.