Waiting

I once read a book by Dr. Seuss that talked about "The Waiting Place" - a place where all people do is sit and wait... and wait... and wait. What else do they do? Do they do their homework with one eye on the clock? Do they stare into oblivion? Do they cry? Do they pace? Do they do all the things they wished they had done the day before? Do they miss people? Or do they sit there, alone in the world, without noticing? Why do we wait? And is it a sin to wait? Is it still considered "waiting" if you are doing something else while you wait?

What am I waiting for? My husband to get home. My eyes to close. My body to give in. My friends to call. Motivation to jumpstart me. School to get out.

Water

Sittin’ by the water, wondering
What it would be like to be
The other part of me that’s staring up
From underneath the vibrating surface
Looking up at the blurred and misshapen world
Knowing that things move out there
That there must be something else
Beyond this thin and trembling veil that
Blurs the view and makes everything look so
Ethereal - the visions come and go
Away from the edge of this clear blue pond
And sometimes when they leave
The thought passes through the waves
A feeling that as that shadow of color passes out of my view
I’ll become invisible.