Waiting

Door closed in front of me, knob waiting to be turned

Window closed but I can see, what’s waiting for me

Path at woods edge pointing me to nature,waiting

Mountain touching sky, waiting for me to climb

Lover laying exposed, arms on-top of head, waiting

Seven Eleven clerk distracted, waiting for me to pay

Car Wash cavernous tunnel waiting, drive in the tracks

Television’s blank stare, waiting for me, to press on

Email dot on the screen, waiting for your electric charge

Roads dusty with pollen, waiting for the rain

Dishes piled high staring at chrome fixtures, waiting

Graves baked, grass burnt, flowers wilted, waiting

Roadside humanity, doorway sitters, unshaven retches, waiting

Soldiers wife pushing out children, alone, waiting

Gurney’s stained with last nights fracas, waiting

Angels weeping, devils laughing, God vacationing, waiting

One Arm Bandits swallowing deeper then a whore, waiting

Pastor’s Priest, toll collectors of our souls, waiting

Time ripped from Form, waiting

Waiting waiting waiting waiting, waiting