when waiting on trees

waiting is hard.

waiting for the day to end

and night

to begin, or in

being patient as you stand at the bus

stop,

waiting for the bus

to arrive.

it's difficult waiting for someone

to stop

talking

so that you can speak,

waiting for the mail

to come,

the red flag up

on the old metal bin,

for the x-rays to come back

from your doctor.

waiting

for fish to bite,

as you sit on a rock,

your line

in the water.

waiting is tough, waiting

to grow up

and be taller,

to be someone

you're meant to be,

waiting for the phone to ring,

to have more

money,

a house, a wife, a kid, a dog,

maybe a shady

oak tree.

waiting is hard,

especially when waiting

on trees.