Unfinished

 

Standing in line and just a wait to be connected
something feels fine
so I guess I’ve been directed 
to where the grass grows green
to where I’m going to be living the dream

and the operator says,

in a moment I’ll be with you
you’ve waited long enough
to get what I’m going to give you,

my heart misses one more beat as I
trip over my dancing feet

and
the standing in line was worth all the time I waited
If happiness was rain I think I’d be saturated
the real thing starts at last
as I finally move from my past

© 2019, John Smallshaw.