He comes here
by whatever way he can,   
not too late,
not too soon.

He sits, waiting.
He doesn’t know   
why he should
have such a patience.

He sits at a table   
on a chair.
He is comfortable   
sitting there.

No one else
in this room,
no others, no expectations,   
no sounds.

Had he walked   
another way,
would he be here,   
like they say.