Waiting

The time ticks by As I stare at the clock Knowing my near future. Just sitting Waiting. No news, no change. Storms rage, Confusion, resignation, consternation . The time seems slower somehow. Like the whole world still turns but us. Decisions. Coffee? No coffee? Who can predict? People bustle, not knowing, dazed. Children scream with over tired, Hot sticky evening air. All becomes predictable, We all make a new temporary home here. As if we are refugees Clubbed together in our island Our land of no name No country. All set adrift. Time still ticks by, Ever slower. Stretching each second Elongating the interstitial pauses. We can do no more. We eat, drink, shop. Nothing in those world Is like an airport delay