Awaiting… (a poem)

ESTRAGON: Let’s go.
VLADIMIR: We can’t.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We’re waiting for Godot.

–Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot

I pause.

I sit.

I glance around me

Attempting to
Absorb existence

Occasionally, I move to show the

Vultures I will not become their prey

Pray
It is not my fate
but to

Wait.

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Karin

Writer, freelance editor, mother, artist...I wear a few other hats, as well, of course. :)

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