"Wait five minutes and the weather will change in New England."
I repeat to myself as we wait for our picnic.
"High in the mid-eighties and bright and sunny."
Was the forecast
I waited.
If I never waited it would it have ever changed?
You were late to get ready,
The lines were too long at the store,
Mid-day traffic was horrendous,
And I couldn't sleep.
But I waited.
I still can't sleep, but I'm not waiting now.
The loud rapping of the rain on my roof carries me upward,
To a land of wonder,
To a land of non-existence,
To a land of Euphoria.
If I wait for your emotions, will they change?
I still wait.
6/6/2002
