Black jack elastic the waiting task
I imagine for years we’ve tried
to get that kind of love out of you.
All this time with your thumb
up your ass mulling over nature and jesus
and never did you think
that we might want to hear
about the ways you go about
getting on in the world.
Fact remains, the old sturdy burl
stuck to its ways. A scowl
infected the face. A season of rain
and new cloud formations would have made all the difference in the world.
But no rain came and no fog.
The skies stayed clear, the sky stayed blue.
Something was sure to happen.
The bottom was thin,
on the verge of falling out.
The keal was weak.
The roof wagged low its tail;
we spent the day imagining the worst.
The diligence of waiting.
The worthiness of staying
on to see the end. The fortitude.
