Waiting for meaning


Someday the meaning
the punch line, the shape.
And during the meanwhile
the anecdotes, the japes.

Pending the golden mean,
the picaresque, the picturesque
the bitsy bits
that make no sense.

Interim a simile
knowing more than you.
Interim the comical,
someday the true.

Meantime is time being
out of the prime,
tackling the particular
and tickling the sublime.

This poem, believe it or not, is about writing a poem, the process, half conscious, half plodding, half mysterious (I know, maths is not my strong suit). Photo shows one stage of writing the poem “Gone“. Pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0.

Recording: Waiting for meaning: read by Rachel