I don’t like waiting (a poem)

Ah, restlessness!

The counter is moving slowly
too slowly for me
I don’t like waiting

I’m waiting for the number to change
to show I’m making progress
and I can move on

I have to move on to get somewhere
some place I feel safe
time no longer hounding me

Time and place, a sense of pressure
to make something more
and stand taller than the next guy

To stand on my own should be enough
all I want is a kind word and a safe place
—and love, if she’ll have me

But the counter moves too slowly
too slowly for me
I don’t like waiting

(15 September 2015)