Some Thoughts on Waiting

I sit and wait patiently for the call.

There will be no knocking at the door,
metaphorically speaking, no ring tone
of my phone prompting me to answer.

Funny that many things which have come
to me in life were never forewarned in
advance. I wasn’t expecting the headache
which set upon me the other day. I hadn’t

been hanging around idly anticipating the
gray which over time settled into my hair.
I awoke one day, looked into the mirror
and it was there. And where and when in

hell did those age spots on my hands and
arms begin to appear? One of these days
death will stroll into my place and say,
ready or not, you’re coming with me. I

suppose as I continue to extend my years
here, I do wait in anticipation for that time
to come inevitably. No, knock, knock, no
buzz, buzz, ring, ring, perhaps just the

appearance of a sudden itch to scratch.
And that will be it, I’m gone. And more
than likely it will be a day much like today,
sunny and cool with no chance of rain,

me merely minding my own thoughtful
business, and waiting patiently for the
right words to come.

Chris Hanch 2-18-18