Refugees of Reason

waiting

sometimes I find myself waiting
not the for someone, kind of waiting
not really
not for the weekend, kind of waiting
the who will it be, kind of waiting
the terrorizing, deep in your soul,
kind of waiting
the take me, not them, kind
the unhealthy, insipid kind
the waiting for it to arrive kind
the feeling of inevitability, kind of waiting
to be carried across the door step
like a parcel sent from one unknown
into our world of contentment
the upheaval, the devastation it will bring
and then the other kind of waiting
waiting for the end

~gtk

Maybe COVID19 has something to do with this poem. It took only a couple of minutes to write when I found myself dwelling a bit on the pandemic the world faces.