WAITING ROOM the clock has no hands so you can sit with your back to time the grass between the rails repudiates all timetables as it is it’s possible the cloud will pass in the evening                         but it’s wise to keep hope muted if you’ve grown used to its caprices   even if it appears the bell will probably hold its tongue between its teeth convinced there’s no place for its voice in the score of silence and it’s absurd to listen for announcements when you’re t