Wait
by Blair Brandsma

How bad can it be, waiting?
They say it’s only going to be
(maybe) a month,
and then the pandemic
will be over.

So, if I just sit here and look out my window
at the few cars going by,
(where are theose cars going?)
and patiently wait,
it will be over
before I know it.

A month isn’t so long.
I should
just break it down into smaller,
more manageable
numbers.

Only thirty days.
Take it one day at a time.

So, if I just sit here and look out my window
(nothing is open, no businesses, no schools,
so where could those cars be going?)
and patiently wait,
for a whole lot of single days,
it will be over
before I know it.

After all, a day is only
twenty-four hours,
so, if I just sit here and look out my window
(those cars must be going somewhere—
why didn’t I hear about it?
whatever it was)
and patiently wait,
for a bunch of single hours,
it will be over
before I know it.

After all, an hour is only
sixty minutes,
so, if I just sit here and look out my window
(even work trucks are going by—
are people redoing their bathrooms—
maybe I should call a plumber—
have my bathroom redone)
and patiently wait,
for a bunch of single minutes,
it will be over
before I know it.

After all, a minute is only
sixty seconds,
so, if I just sit here and look out my window
(even more cars now—like a parade
am I missing out?)
for a bunch of single seconds,
it will be over
before I know it.

Does a minute actually take this long?
Is my watch broken?



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