Waiting Poem by Dairedee BurrisLandwehr

Inspired by all my running friends...

My fingers grip the rubber track
My feet grip the metal blocks
My heart grips my chest
and I am waiting

for the gun
and then my mind,
Wonders

How much time I spend,
Waiting:

to start
to finish
to win
to lose
to improve
to succeed

at everything
I am waiting

for life
for death
for dreams
for good
for bad

Constantly,
Why?

as I hunch, here
on the starting line

Waiting

I stop, and think
What happens
When the wait is over?
What then?
I wonder

So, as I wait
for the gun
I decide

Maybe, I will enjoy
the wait
While it lasts

Because I don't know
What's next
But I know
Here and Now
Even if, I am
Waiting