Listening

Waiting…

The true story is that I wait.

He watches, even as I wait.

Waking up every morning

starting work at 6am

even though most days lately,

I hurt deeply as I wait.

And I feel like

going to the doctor

is fruitless

when so often

they find nothing,

but a fighting

mind game

where many still seem

to be losing or winning

TOO MUCH.

tHIS pain is temporary

they say,

as was any temporal relief

I felt

when actually going

to any real doctor.

I will wait.

And I will wait.

And he will watch..

As I appreciate

the Present moment

as often as possible

in this waiting game

where I have become a..

home engineer,

of sorts.

And perhaps

One of many

who are out of Sort.

In any case..

We wait.

EM

patiently.

pathically.

Listening…