Tag Archives: waiting

the dark drops on suddenly – August 17

8.17.2015 the dark drops on suddenly, rain fast behind, the taste of ozone metallic in our mouths.   we close the drapes to hunker down with books and a cuppa, weather central near to hand.   threat hangs pregnant.   … Continue reading

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waiting – June 9

6.9.2015 waiting on a son late at night   waiting for a time to make the flight   waiting, waiting.   fatherhood’s plight. ————————–

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doggy’s nose waits – April 26

4.26.2014 doggy’s nose waits just outside the door. say the word walk and he is up eyes round and ready.   my son waits at the door for his love to bless their move. say the word yes and his … Continue reading

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baby Jesus manger scene – December 10

12.10 crisp and clear, I shovel a path to the baby Jesus manger scene in our front yard.   snow topping high upon the plastic brows. wiseman, wiseman, joseph, mary, wiseman, baby Jesus waits yet to come and make his … Continue reading

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the waiting room – October 17

10.17 Reading, writing, magazine scanning, TV napping. The waiting room provides cookies and cappucino for passing the time until the service specialist nerd brings the bill or news that it was more complicated than first thought.   Is anyone waiting … Continue reading

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shelves – October 9

10.9 shelving goes up to hold the stuff that fills our life   until we can decide that we’ve had enough of the stuff that flits   and flies and fills while we juggle it until we can’t.   at … Continue reading

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doctor, doctor – October 7

10.7 Waiting room snoozers, hand to mouth geezers we each deal with the wait according to our inner gait.   to calm, refrain, lean in, remain the spoken word or silent sprain. what’s your name sir? insurance frame whir.   … Continue reading

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