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.