Waiting…

Waiting…

Sitting on sand

Counting grains

Ticking off the time

It takes to build a castle.

Standing in the ocean

An island

In a body of water

As the wind blows.

Its presence

Revealed in the flow

Of puffy clouds

The bend of the Birch trees,

The peel of the bells

From the tower

Of the Norman church

On the riverbank.

Standing in a long queue

Surrounded by nightlife

Drinking from the bottle

Listening to music

Feeling the rhythm

Moving in sequence

Keeping your counsel

Smiling at strangers,

Afraid of connection

Lacking commitment.

Walking in straight lines

Living in darkness,

Laughing at nothing

But colourful memories

Turning the pages

Revealing the pictures

Trophies of childhood

World cup medallions

Collected like green stamps

Along with the petrol,

Never forgotten

But lost in translation.

Waiting is longing

Is nothing

Is everything

Waiting is sitting

Without a solution

Waiting is watching

As life passes you by

Waiting is saying goodbye.