Make the Wait Poetic

I went out for a walk in the evening Kept my pace with the sinking silent sun My wife called she went for a brief shopping And would be back home before I return. I came back in my own time not so quick Found the door locked for she hadn’t returned Held hostage on the road by the traffic Made me realize how our times’ wheel turned. I sat tired on the dark steps of the door Searched the memory when this happened last Finding none I told mind already sore Think a sonnet on things that happen first. Locked out by modernity chaotic My mind tried to make the wait poetic.