I'm waiting for you,
breathing in and
so quiet that the pin
would hesitate to drop.

This sentinel waits well and will
until you tell me 'go'

I exhale knowing I'll breathe in
again,
the tail does not wag the dog
(I suspect it's collaboration)

Ah,
the aberrations of the mind
the alienation when we find that
no one gives a hoot.

I am still, still breathing in
the pin halfway still hesiates
the ticking of the clock breaks
my concentration,

consternation, but I ride it out
breathing in,
slow and
calculated
this is how I waited once before,

I will be
still be
breathing in.