Waiting

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2013

By Luke Zellman

I sit in the lobby, on the soft yet rough sofa.
Books sit with me, waiting to be opened.
The air is sweet and soft like a fresh-washed pillow.
I want to go home.

While I flip through the yearbook of 2001,
I feel peaceful, quiet, as my sharp pencil tip
writes my history.
The square room is a quiet place.
Not noisy, no sound except for staccato clicks,
a voice talking on the phone.
I listen for a toddler playing somewhere
with small, rounded marbles.

It’s cool in here.
The windows fill with light.
I become warmer.
Possibly because my mom
is standing in the doorway.

Waiting Luke Zellman

Luke Zellman, 10
Gloucester, Massachusetts

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