“WAITING” by Bront Davis

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I don’t mind waiting
It’s inevitable and not terribly demanding
It may be the job for me

Waiting… ellipsis upon ellipsis.

Who knows where it will end.
Perhaps it won’t.

Just find a bench (first order)
Get out of the rain or sun
And sit

Disappear beneath the waves of attention
Acclimate
Assume the rhythm of the place
A street or park or the room
Of the same name

Because waiting is only waiting
If you are waiting

With a book at hand, it’s transformed
Now it’s reading

These things might occur
To the unfettered mind
Whose only responsibility is to occupy
A certain space for a certain time

Simple

Kneeling or reigning.
Still, we wait

-Bront Davis

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