Wayfarers

Wait, the wayworn
quavered. Away!
wailed the wayward,
undissuaded.
Always away!

We lay awake,
weighed "away"
and "wait" until
wait waned. Away
won.
Waverers
swayed, and then
still unpersuaded,
raced after us waving,
"Wait"—the way
we'd waited for.
Now eight days
along the way
into the wasteland,
our way's their way
and their way ours:
the way away.

Copyright © 2006 Andrew Hudgins All rights reserved
from The Imaginary Poets edited by Alan Michael Parker
Tupelo Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission