the idling life

i'm waiting here

with the engine idling,

my hands on the wheel, 

sitting patiently in the car 

at the light, 

waiting for red to turn green. 

i'm on the bus, the train, 

making stops along the way, 

waiting for others to get on,

to get off,

i'm waiting for water

to boil, for toast to brown,

for the tub to fill,

for the phone to ring, 

i'm waiting for a letter

to arrive in the mail, 

i'm waiting for snow to melt,

i'm waiting for spring, 

for the rain to stop,

for flowers to bloom, 

for paint to dry, 

for the check to clear, 

i'm waiting in line for food,

for stamps, for a flu shot, 

i'm waiting for the end of things, 

the beginning,

of the next thing.

i'm waiting like a cat 

on a window sill,

ready to pounce.

i'm waiting for love 

to stick and be done with it.