Inspired by Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "I Am Waiting"

WAITING

I am waiting

for the sound the sun

makes creeping past

the timberline

and I am waiting

for the man in the moon

to flash a quick

cheddar grin

from the onyx sky

and I am waiting

for the cold quiver

of snow flakes

dripping down numb cheeks

like tears

and I am really waiting

for the taste of serenity

moss and pine

echoing on my tongue

like whispers

but mostly I am waiting

for a pinprick

of pressure to burst

the Juicy Fruit

bubble around us all.