Waiting

Written by: CARLTON PLATT

Everyone's waiting

baited breath

fluttering hearts

And shoulders tilted like balances offset




But who sees it coming

Anywhere. No one 

All hear whispers and sees not the mouth

With hands aside and lips held tight

We wait for something uniquely ours




Til the clock stops ticking and

the cuckoo flies its nest

And like strangers we stare

Bewildered and unsure; uncertain

Of all surrounding

Eyes stagnantly defiant

Unmoved, we wait.