I fear, towards a most useless place.

The Waiting Place
…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go 
or a bus to come, or a plane to go 
or the mail to come, or the rain to go 
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow 
or waiting around for a Yes or No 
or waiting for their hair to grow. 
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.