The Wait Poem by Catherine Habbie

The clock ticks slowly today
Time just doesn't fly by
It measures every second
And is watched by every eye

It tarries more on each number
I am sure it's in deep slumber
It cannot be all true
When I just want it to move

It mocks my eager gaze
And every goading praise
But will never move an inch before
It's time to shut the cuckoo's door

So I learn some quick patience
Bridge and Poker too
But all I want is to see is it's moving face
And end this slow pretence at noon