Lines

I wait patiently in lines
Trying not to look back
Focus on where I am headed
Not where I have been
But I am of two minds
The trickster and the poet
The former in the present
The latter all the rest
The trickster is an actor
He is fun, friendly and free
The poet moves mountains
But is trapped in his insanity
One paralyzed with questions
The other unable to stop
Leaves the trickster with his follies
And the poet with his thoughts
They form an unlikely duet
To handle all my feelings
When I wait in line
Wondering who is behind me