The Vigil

Wait! There is more waiting here!

Fools that we are - we assign ourselves to time

Of values, measured by sixty increments of line;

We calculate and philosophize about fear.

Albeit, that the sequiturs leave less

While the solipsistic notions take more

Than any single arrogant ego can ever address.

Wait! The crowd is approaching terminal abhor

For the midnight hour is near

And madness shall ensue past the locked door

The barrier is over; the penned mob can gorge;

The waiting is over – let the wildebeest forge;

Trampling past each fallen spender so to feast

And consume the consumers; an incongruous duality.

Wait! The train of conformity leaves promptly at eight.

Scurry along for life does not hold open any gate

Nor will it remember any writer that fails their commute

Thereby leaving the quill, the ink and the paper to sit and mock the mute-

As ceaseless thoughts torture the befuddled and lingering mind

And the open gaze wonders, as blank page; after blank page turns with blind

Eyes that search their darkness;  Ahhh yes, let’s wait for the waiter to serve kindness.

Wait! Youth will be poured into bottles of expectation

So, to measure the forming years; hi son, what is your rating and grade point?

Oh, my daughter, be sure to have fun while you graduate with a valedictorian designation.

And really, don’t worry, the investment for the degree, is how one will anoint

Oneself with the oils of toil and lather up in the soaps of successful mystique.

Thus, the odor of wait is masked and distracted by the roller coaster thrill ride freak.

Note how the waiting lines are full; from birth thru death; the vigil is the anticipation.

Wait for the light

Wait for the sight

Wait for the day

Wait to say

Wait the line

Wait your time

Wait the gate

The gate does not wait

Fate does not the wait

Why did I wait

Now I know my date.

Wait-

Wait-

Wait.