Waiting,
waiting

somewhat
patiently,

sometimes
more

impatiently
to see

an overflow
of color

in the
expected

and surprise
places.

Waiting
to hear

people,
sounds,

bits of
talk,

traffic,
kids

running,
birds.

Waiting
to feel

warm sun
shine

that will
last for

hours,
not moments.

Waiting
to see

people
walking

to
wherever

to do
whatever.

You know,
walking

just to
walk.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.