The trick cyclist

There is always the waiting
you hit the panic button
but should be used to it
by now,
biting your nails as if that
makes anything quicker
pacing the corridor wishing
there was more
than waiting.

I waited a long time for longer
and wrong of me
I see that now,

my bones setting as
hard as my face
getting
old,
but we learn by mistakes or
we mostly do,
a costly do nevertheless.

it’s whether the planets align
some say with that penetrating
look
it’s a sign
I’m still waiting for the proof.

So
and so is a good thing
it gives me time to blink
to think
of a rhyme

sometimes I wonder if that’s
not a sign, but there’s
always time to wait
and see.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.