The tedium of waiting
Fizzles into nothing
No consequence, no concern
When I am waiting in Mexico
Among easy-going bone-tired women
Who wait in a broken line
Stand on one foot then the other
Shift parcels, clutch pesos
Balance stacks of steaming tortillas
Mind children while watching for the bus
Waiting here fulfills its purpose
I observe and reflect, smile and connect
Utter small words in español
I notice a patience within, a peace
Unlike waiting at home
—Annis Cassells
Paz. The wholesome evokes the peacefulness which is your theme. It can’t be read in haste, one must slow down. Cool. TR
Thanks, Terry.
So real, so identifiable!
Thanks, Kathleen.
Time in perspective…love the way you convey this thought.