Waiting
Summer is ending, so begins fall
I am scared that the season will begin at all
Surrounded by people, and flinch at a call
Sit in a dark room with a chair at the wall
Should be outside with a rake and raking
Here inside at work and waiting
Home alone lying in bed
This month I lost my only friend
To a painful and abrupt end
Wake up in the morning and hear that he’s dead
Should be in the kitchen with cake that’s baking
Here inside at work and waiting.
Halloween comes with trick or treat
Or go to a party with people to meet
To creep and crawl with silent feet
And grope and fumble in darkness deep
Concentrate on something making
Here inside at work and waiting
Thanksgiving with my new family
November passes quite rapidly
Together with turkey, peas and tea
Advent begins in a cold grey sea
Winter is now and its breaking
I’m home inside at work and waiting
In December the birth of the son of God
I must remember what in his life he taught
Then sort the teachings out from a dark fog
Because Christmas is love not at all macabre
The frost grows on the lawn outside this morning
At the window inside at work and waiting
Happy New Year that begins with a seven
The angels above call down from heaven
To the earth below and meadows and oceans
Like the dough that sowed and rises when leavened
The days are short and nights sedating
In the kitchen alive at work and waiting
Is the vast bleakness a harbinger of Spring
When nature sets forth its most beautiful things
That grow quietly without sounds or rings
Or move about at night under moonlight scenes
With equal days and nights the equinox brings
The time flies by without break or sating
Here at work at home and waiting
Copyright © Randall Rocco | Year Posted 2007
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