Waiting For

It’s like waiting for God,

oh so much. Yet why,

oh why so long?

Clocks move so slowly as I watch,

yes, watch my wrist, too, oh so long,

so long the clock, the watch,

the clock, the watch.

Yet strangely, irritably,

the time - the time that

seemed so long - has gone,

gone so swiftly,

passed into the past.

Time that was pre-noon,

is now post-noon; aye, now,

for morning has shifted, never to be

seen, smelt, heard, felt.

Gone, for now once more

becomes then; aye, then.

But there will be another.

Oh God, oh yes.

Oh God, oh indeed.

(Dec 2021)