The Clatter! Poem by Helen S B

Faith is frozen
Hope is fading
Yet why these ears
strain for a sound?
An engine’s halt-
at my gate!
The evanescence of voices-
bargaining the fare!
Like a wind bell’s clatter-
someone pushing it open!
Pebbles being trodden
or clamming boots nearing
Finally the bell calling
patiently or impatiently.

I strain and yearn-
day after day,
night after night
And I hear the sound
of an engine halting
I rush with a hanging hope
wishfully open the door
And I see-
An engine at halt
And I hear the voices and the clatter-
of my neighbors’ gate!