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