The Waiting Poem by Lenny Camacho

for waiting,
one
must have the talent,
for waiting
isn't an easy thing to do.
you have to have your chances
and play with them.
Waiting is like being hungry
and expecting somebody
anybody
to decide to make you a sandwich
out of nowhere.
but realize this,
the sandwichmakers are waiting too,
although they might not know it yet,
but they are nonetheless.
look at your dog if you have one
or at your cat
or at your neighbors' pests
and tell me without a doubt
that they aren't waiting
either.
we are all waiting
for something
for nothing
perhaps for everything
or for too much
or for too little.
we've got work to do
but we idle and we wait.
the flowers are blooming now,
can't you see that?
but if you look closely,
they also waited
for the right time,
the right weather,
and the right station.

the time is ripe for waiting.

let others do the work.
let others sort out our lives.
let's sit here and wait
for our destinies to be revealed,
for the best way of living
to show along the road and then follow.
Let's wait for death to come
and rain upon us like glitter and glue,
and when she is finally here,
let us wait until she shows us how
we are supposed to die.