Three times three completes the cycle
You raise yourself onto your feet
Cease to look round
Think of the package in your bag
What it could mean to you later
You had thought the waiting almost
Over. Now that the last passer-by
Is gone and the girl in the red
Dress is on her way home
To a house warmed by fires
Against a winter without end

The thunder has passed, pins
And needles in your feet
Raise you again, now you stand
On toes, checking the time once more
Standing, checking the time
Once more. The moment has
Passed. It is time to move
On. Gather your belongings,
Gather yourself and a muted
Dreaming, move back
Move past, yet you can’t move on