The Waiting Game
Sitting in the airport
waiting for the plane,
Where is the pilot-
here we go again.
Waiting for the shuttle,
where are we to go,
Does the driver know the way-
Waiting for a meeting,
will it be starting soon.
Three hours later and no word yet,
oh lord, it’s almost noon.
Waiting at the grocery store,
waiting in this line.
Do I really need these items,
my patience is out of time.
Now the traffic stops again,
I sit and ruminate.
Six lanes going nowhere fast
so I wait, and wait and wait!
It seems with all this technology,
all the ways to go,
We are not really moving anywhere,
except at a snail’s pace, slow!
So what to do with all this time,
of waiting and nowhere to go?
I’ll just make up this little poem,
and remember to just go with the flow.
©Donna Donabella 2018
I wrote this poem a few years ago while waiting a full day to testify in a labor case for a former employer’s dispute. It was frustrating waiting in a room for 6 hours with nowhere to go and no phone…..just a book and a pen and paper.
As I wrote it, I thought of all the times I have had to wait in long lines…..the end wasn’t quite developed but I was able to revisit the poem and find a perfect ending recently.
These pictures are from a recent trip waiting hours for flights….a perfect illustration!
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.
I leave you with a few additional words about The Waiting Game. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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