There is no greater harm than that of time wasted. —Michelangelo
I am waiting for the traffic light to change, luck, too;
for someone to answer my phone call, to break into
the repetitive recording—your waiting time is less than
thirty minutes. I am waiting for the right opportunity.]
I am waiting to lose weight, to sound like Lady Gaga,
to take her place alongside Tony Bennett. I am waiting
to find a bone marrow match for the love of my life
who’s been with me nearly all my life.
I recently read of a French woman
imprisoned thirty-eight years in the Tower of Constance
for practicing her faith. According to tradition, she became
her fellow prisoners’ lifeline to the outside world, writing
letters to improve conditions in the dark, dank tower,
teaching her sisters to read and write and pass the time,
by watching her carve Recistez with her knitting
needle into the dungeon’s stone wall.
I want to be like that woman. I want to wait on
while I wait for.