Sunday, January 18, 2009

Waiting

I am content to wait here by the apples.
Holding a basket, I stand quietly as you select your fruit.
I'd rather be with you at the market than alone somewhere else.

I am content to wait here on the couch.
Thinking of what else I could be doing, I sit quietly as you dress in the other room.
I'd rather be with you at your apartment than alone somewhere else.

I am content to wait here by the curb.
Checking the time, I watch for you to appear at the door.
I'd rather drive you than go home alone.

I am content to wait here by the apples.
Forgive me that, once in a while, I wish you would leave the apples
And touch me instead.