Purgatory

A Poem

Photo by Ümit Bulut on Unsplash

This version of purgatory is like
waiting for a bus to come
without knowing the schedule
so each time a large vehicle
rounds that corner and turns
you start to think that it’s here
only to realize it’s just a van
and you have to sit back down
on the ad-filled, rain-soaked bench
until another one does the same