Waits Poem by Bill Galvin

I can talk to her about anything…
This angel on my shoulder.
"Wait, " she may say, "It will pass."
I can ask her for help to see clearly…
"Wait, " she may say, "Don't get anxious."
I can ask her about my heart…
"Wait, " she may say, "It's just not time."

The orbs of destiny roll down and around,
Through the helical channels of our lives,
Funneling toward the ultimate drain of existence.

"Wait, " she may say, "Don't be so fatalistic."

"I will stay alone, or be with those who know, " I say,
Sounding so iconoclastic, particular, and independent…
"Wait, " she may say, "Never mind. Maybe you're right."

"Wait, " I say.


3-19-2016