Waiting for Godot

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Waiting for Godot,
for that one perfect moment
when every part is in place and the wheels
spin on down the highway, never hesitating.
Waiting for a cloud to drop under
and carry me, a cushion of air.
And while I wait, I hustle a sometimes living,
give and take where I can, ’cause that’s the
game that’s happening in this sector of continuum.
Station, platform to play out social drama 
while forces    gather.
Take a ticket; peruse your magazine.
It’s a stage for imagination, until you’re ready
to make it real.
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