Waiting
All of my texts go unanswered
My anxious calls slither to voicemail
I glance at the huge grandfather clock
My hands distractedly sorting the mail
I then check my trusted wristwatch
Its hands surely creeping beyond six
Reprimanding my heartbeats to calm
Some dinner I start to fix
The traffic check on the radio
Always has my undivided attention
Crashes, injuries and lane closures—
Your name to God I overtly mention
Those metal and rubber monsters
Frantically accelerating to get ahead
Send a prickly chill down my spine
As I mix the dough for bread
The walls around seem to move closer
The heat of the oven is stifling
If only you could call me once
Waiting and willing for the phone to ring
Written on:-2/23/2017
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2017
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