The waiting time is excruciating, slow and
persistently aggravating
I'm thinking of abdicating all responsibility,
thinking I'll set myself free from this anxiety.

I'm waiting and the Sun, sets my shadow against me,
fencing me in,
I want to begin, but time drags me, makes mountainous
crags of my face and my legs lag behind me,
I'll never be free.

I look at the night, at a star
and wonder how far it's from me,
and wonder is anyone
truly as free as the star seems to be.

And the day may it come when
the Sun shines as bright as that star in
the night,
will it shine on for me?
will the day when it comes set me free?

This evening,
I am ironing out all the
evenings I've seen, pressing the
day into one more
shadow screen and
evening out all
the odds.