Waiting

Waiting

Let me give myself soon to you, because
I am waiting too long to be in you, and
you in my eye and touching my eye drops.

I don’t know if
it could be raining.

Waiting.

Waiting for the table
to be turned.

Doing the practice drill:
hiding under the table.

A proposal on the table.

Maybe table it.

Waiting.

Waiter and waitress.

A lottery, a fortune
a twist.

Waiting for the tables to be turned.

Give me the words
of the heart song throbbing
and sobbing “we”, and

I will see our rainbow
every time you thunder,
and reign on us with blossoms.

— Douglas Gilbert

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Waiting (Draft 2)

Waiting (Draft 2)

I used to think that
the twitter of birds
was like laughter, but

I’m not falling for Fall anymore
don’t want to be
red-faced in autumn leaves
when the trees strip, and
my favorite birds migrate

You have gone far away, and
as I have no ticket to fly
it might as well be on a distant star

I will sing my blues
and wait for you
through the cold winter
without leaves

Oh I can’t wait for Spring to be
naked with you in the sun of Spring
when you can return from exile with feathers

’cause I
know that you
can be true

and spring
back to me

like budding possibilities
that blossom into silliness

and I can’t wait for Spring to laugh
can’t wait to sate our hunger

’cause I
know that you
can be true
and the winter is not forever

I saw you in the Fall
and I will see you in the rise
won’t it be a surprise
to be Summer love

— Douglas Gilbert