I’m sitting in a waiting room
And choose to write this verse;
The snow is blowing hard outside
The wind keeps getting worse —
Winter once was magical
With castles made of snow;
But now the world is blank, and I
Can’t see which way to go —
The wait is over, and my child
Is here, so we depart;
We speak of senseless nothings as
We head into the heart
Of this relentless blizzard
Where we’re greeted by a blast:
Just two more people cold and lost
In problems
Way too
Vast
(“Waiting Room” – 1-26-2015)
