Waiting,
In line
At the grocery store.
Sign says,
Express Lane.
I'm not moving
At express speed!
Still holding
My few items.
Waiting,
Sitting here,
Sitting there.
Lost in
My book.
Unaware
Of the time,
Still waiting
My turn.
Waiting,
At my computer.
Click
Click, click.
Too many
Pages load.
Green bar appears.
Come On!
Error.
End Task?
Still trying,
Still waiting.
Waiting,
To Calm down.
Did I read
That correctly?
Did I hear
That right?
Thinking,
Processing my thoughts.
Not now,
It's too soon to respond.
I'm waiting,
To clear my head.
To make sense of it all.
Waiting is my friend.
I like the repetition in this poem and the authenticity with simplicity. We spend a great deal of time waiting. We might as well get a poem out of it.
ReplyDeleteWaiting is just a part of life I have never thought about too much. You bring it out front and center. I spend a lot of time waiting. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you have a special place and appreciation for "waiting." It is something we many times take for granted. Nicely said.
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