Sleepily focused in an afternoon, tired of waiting for
the doctor, it's way past my appointment time, keeping
me from doing what needs to be done today.
Walking on edges of other's agendas, wanting to accom-
plish and complete my own, waiting extensively, writing
the entire time, hoping for a call to come back, but as
yet there has been none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem