i'm on hold, i'm getting old

i'm on

hold, i'm waiting patiently

for the next

available

agent to speak,

but not a robot,

please.

i'm

filing my

nails,

painting a picture

of Leonardo

Da Vinci, i'm

doodling,

sketching ala Picasso,

Don Quixote,

i'm

looking up recipes for cakes.

i'm looking

at frayed

photos in my wallet,

trying to smooth out

a crease

across an ancient face.

i'm perusing

Amazon,

i'm lifting

weights, folding

clothes,

throwing a ball

down the hall

to the dog who refuses

to chase.

i'm on hold.

i'm getting old.