Thursday, April 05, 2012

It is the waiting that is hard

Waiting in a place,
a place you think you're only going to be there a few minutes

Until you realize that you watched
shadows moving all afternoon
across the lawn outside the window

Or many afternoons, how many?
You can't believe how many,
Because your seat, so uncomfortable--
How could you be sitting there so long?

When you finally raise yourself to stand
your legs spasm and your body curves inward.
You rock on your unsteady ankles.

Where is that phone?

When the message finally comes and your call goes through
will you even remember what it was
you wanted to say?

1 comment:

TraceFX said...

Poetifiying my life! ;-)