Waiting Room Poem #43

The things I find in my notebooks sometimes…

The pages folded
between the pages of my notebook
are neither random
nor randomly placed

But that’s how I seem to find them
especially the ones I don’t recall placing there

I look at them briefly
then leave them where they are

In their own way
they are markers of time and place

As such
they are part of the story

(2 August 2018)