A WAITING GAME
Looking for a good time to stop,is to stop looking, like slumping
on a fallen trunk or a trail rock
jagged and jutting out of the bluff.
Morning walks get longer alongempty spaces before familiar curbs
signal a turn to what we wait for:
the final bend. We are back home.
“HURRY UP PLEASE IT’S TIME.Now Albert is coming back,
make yourself a bit smart.”* Eliot,
of course, said it for me earlier.
How long ago was that, when Iread those Wasteland lines? How
long have I waited to use them?
Is this a good time yet? I waited.
Because we have seen the clues,because we have seen them all
already, I feel it is time to stop
waiting, sum up the bill, and go.
What was I given to bear the painof knowing that I did not know?
Or build a home I could not live in?
What tools must I now return?
In summing up, I will discount this,in the game of haggling for a place
back in the Garden. Our stay here
was overpaid. We waited too long
for that room with a better view,
that terrace with a canopy of roses,
and blue birds trilling on the sill.
O, for a touch of that distant sky!
Next time around, if there is one,
I will be smart. I will settle only for
a room where I could see the sky
and the sea conspire to eat the sun.
---Albert B. Casuga
* T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland, II. A Chess Game, T. S. Eliot, The Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950)
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