Click

Click    8/13/15

It happens in an instant.

A click.

A tangible click from a turnstile.

The entrance to a distinctive journey.

An excursion only for the ticketed.

It happens in an instant.

An impulsive click pushes you forward.

You have reached the beginning.

The instigation of your destiny.

It happens in an instant.

People enter their own worlds

and disregard my existence.

Always rejected at this foreboding turnstile.

It always happens in an instant.

Someone telling me they can't handle me 

and that I must return to the back of the line.

It is there that I notice

how hot the sun can be.

How unbearable waiting truly is.

It must happen the instant

I look away.

I seem unable to hear the click.

Incompetent to move forward

and join the rest of you.

It seems I’ll be stuck here forever.

Standing stagnant at this dismal turnstile,

always waiting to hear my

click

and finally enter a place where I feel welcomed.