I Wait

I wait.
In the meantime,
I put on nice clothes.
Never forget to iron them.

I wait.
In the meantime,
I keep working on
the walls the rain undid.

I wait.
In the meantime,
I weigh the odds
so I get my haircut in time.

I wait.
In the meantime,
I wonder, mildly,
if any of this makes sense.

I wait.
In the meantime,
the world, unbothered,
goes on without me.

I wait.
In the meantime,
I come to a decision:
I won’t wait anymore.

I wait no longer.
The jury reaches its verdict.
The aggressor is in prison.
I’m uncomfortably safe.

~

Someone up there,
bored of so much subtlety,
had no better idea than to send
her into the scene.

Do I wait?
Or do I not wait?

And… I wait.
In the meantime,
I think of small blue reptiles.
Optimism, uninvited,
drains my soul
left and right.

I wait.
And I wait.
And, again, I despair.

The moment came.
I raise my eyes.
My heart pumps
like there is no tomorrow.

The teacher, announcing
the grades, declares:
“No goodbyes today.
Sorry to make you all wait.”