standing

I wait.

Much more than I would like to admit.

For life to happen.

And something to drop from the sky.

Waiting for the dew on the grass to morph into a tidal wave

Or the puddles to dry.

I wait like I’m helpless

As if there were no choice.

Kids scream and run

As I walk by.

No one likes the weak

Those who just stand glaring at the sky.

Waiting for the hour to pass

For a loud brass marching band to come by

Playing my tune, just in time.

I wait for birds to cease flying

Or a still moment to catch my eye

Waiting for God to speak something In a loud and boisterous voice

Maybe just move a mountain or two out of my way.

For the lights to all be green or even the phone just to ring.

I wait when I feel I have no choice

And even when I know I do.

I wait.