WAITING

We stand still in one place

Not knowing what to do

We have given it much thought

But are afraid to move

We know we are being watched

People, you know, are curious

They will race to watch me

Take off and enter the race

Which way to go is the question

Uphill, downhill or on a level plain

Just keep going and don’t look back

They will watch you all the same

You disappear from their sight

Knowing you’ll never be back

Scores of places waiting for you

And it is up to you to pick

It is to the west that you decide

The rivers and mountains have an appeal

You’ll find work as a handyman

And work with your special zeal

After a while, you have improved things

Feel its time to move on to find

Another location where you think

That they’ll have room, and off you go

You decide to mail a postcard

To the folks, you left behind

What will they think when they

See mountains that stand a mile high

I’ll hike through them when I have time

They will be happy if they even care,

That I am doing fine. All the time

They wasted, waiting for me to decide

I went to the four corners and then

To the ocean, working when I had the notion

I married and had three children

Who thought moving around was a dread

I looked back at what would be my legacy

Weeks went on to months and soon years

When I took my final journey

I had lost all my fears

Stanski

January 18, 2023, ^