Waiting For A Lawyer Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out upon mountains of Phoenix, enjoying their close-
ness to this office conference room I'm now sitting in, imag-
ining walking straight up the front of them.

An exhilarating feeling, exuberantly and wild, vivid, beauti-
ful, tantalizing, silently inviting me to come spend time in
climbing amid cacti and wildlife.

Wanting to very much, but I'm here within these four walls of
a conference room, waiting for a gentleman well versed in the
U.S. Constitution to come talk with me explicitly.