While I am waiting
for minutes to tick by
I drink sweet creamy coffee
read and gather morning to me
a daytime story
to carry in my pocket
throughout my day
While I am waiting
for my bus to arrive I enjoy
songbirds and blue, cloudless sky
morning sun still waking
empty streets except for
early morning cars and wondering
who will ride with me today
While I am waiting
for time to pass
I write this poem
about trees, fences and houses
passing silently by
until we stop to allow
passengers to step into morning still air.
“We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.”
~ Voltaire
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