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I'm Not on Your Time, Stranger
by David Garner
At the door,
you check your watch,
you catch your breath,
you fix your belt.
I'm not on your time, stranger.
Inside the door,
you look behind,
you sense I'm there,
you look ahead.
I'm not on your time, stranger.
Just out the door,
you block my way,
you look toward the sky,
you stare at the USA Today.
I'm not on your time, stranger.
Sidewalk's packed,
you stroll ahead,
you block my path,
you adjust yourself.
I guess I'm on your time, stranger.
03/12/2008
Posted on 03/12/2008
Copyright © 2025 David Garner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 03/12/08 at 07:04 PM This caught me completely off-guard. Excellent, excellent. Wish I had written it because it is so often what I think. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 03/12/08 at 07:05 PM I also put in on my favourites list. Man, you nailed it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/13/08 at 04:48 AM A great piece. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/09/08 at 02:33 PM I found this poem on the "Favorites" list. Perfection. I can relate... I've been there often. (Your description seems so calm compared to what goes on in my mind when this happens :/!)
Jill
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| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 04:33 AM Wow. This was harsh, brash, bold, and wonderful. |
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