The Waiting Game

I’ve gotten awfully good at waiting
perfected the art of sitting still
the virtue of patience
what’s another minute or two
an hour
five
innumerable days
I can do it
it’s become a game of sorts
I the sole contestant
an endless desert of hourglass sands stretched before me
I run the grains through my fingers
scoop them into my hands
as sure as that mosquito is going to feast on my blood
I’ll be here
Just waiting

-E.E.

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