Waiting

In transit waiting to arrive

In the examining room

waiting in turn to be called

Waiting in line as time

ticks away

Our days are spent quietly

waiting for the right one

to come, for the wrong one

to pass away

Waiting for the dawning anew

or the twilight closing of day

Waiting for the moment

to advance or escape

Waiting to hear the words,

not you, or I do

or the dropping of the

other shoe

Waiting to be hired or fired

Waiting for the best or worst

yet to come

Waiting for the last or first

Sometimes waiting for something,

Sometimes waiting for nothing at all

Waiting, it’s a game of chance

we use to delay or play,

a game we contrive

hopeful of outlasting

or blasting and releasing

the strangle hold of time

Waiting for these words to pass,

and have a proper ending,

demanding an end to the

madness of all these lines.

            -30-

Chris Hanch 7-23-21