I Am Waiting

         I Am Waiting  with all of my love and apologies to Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Samuel Beckett, without whom I would not be able to turn this anguish into art.

10 DEC 2020

This morning's contemplation: When the Beats and Absurdism collide, and I post the first draft.

I am waiting for art and theatre and poetry to be revered

I am waiting for effective Covid testing for the rest of us like football has

I am waiting for Broadway to open her eyes and yawn and ask what's been going on

I am waiting for a difference between republicans and democrats like when I was a kid and older men sat on lawn chairs debating with younger men who instead argued cosmic consciousness

I am waiting for the dog to self wash so he does not smell like a Frito

I am waiting for an apology

I am waiting for karma

I am waiting for a revolution of kindness

I am waiting for Christ to come down from his bare tree and end this absurdist cycle with a tip of his bowler and a magic turnip

I am waiting for Beckett and Ferlinghetti to smite me for invoking their genius in my silly poem.

I am waiting to follow Keanu and Dolly to the promised land

I am waiting for the revolution of kindness

I am waiting for my internet to reconnect

I am waiting for someone to care

I am waiting for the votes to be accepted

I am waiting for the victory of decency

I am waiting for them to stop burning flags and masks and start building relationships

I am waiting to move forward, for the US to stop hovering like hurricane Harvey over Houston

I am waiting for a vaccine

I am waiting for students to turn on their cameras

I am waiting for the coffee to brew as I go about my morning chores, all of which are about feeding animals who cannot and do not wait.

I am waiting to feel mentally stable

I am waiting for the Christmas season to warm the souls of those who are missing the point of this entire pandemic

I am waiting for the revolution of kindness

I am waiting for my hair to grow out

I am waiting for a haircut

I am waiting for my groceries

I am waiting for the cat to get off of my lap

I am waiting for my order from Etsy

I am waiting for students to honor a deadline and I am waiting for senior education to adapt to freshmen needs

I am waiting for the tribes to finally rise up and reclaim what is rightfully theirs

I am waiting for my favorite ancient shirt to disintegrate and fall off of my body as a metaphor

I am still waiting on an apology or karma or both

I am waiting for the revolution of kindness