Journal 3

As He Waits (v1)

Time moved as a snail across the interstate.

He checked his watch with wide eyes like a cat that spotted a mouse.

Nothing moved in front or behind him,

he looked like an owl searching for prey.

Why me?  Why me?

Repeating himself like a parrot.

Finally.

No, not yet.

Almost.

Now.

“Large black coffee ready for you, sir!”

He snags the wide cup like a seagull would a french fry,

inhaling it’s bitterness like police dog searching for drugs.

My time has arrived at last.

He drinks as an elephant at a waterhole.

Sweet bliss.

 

As He Waits (v2)

Time moved as a baby learning to crawl.

He checked his watch with wide eyes like a child seeing fireworks.

Nothing moved in front or behind him,

he looked like a young boy at Chuck E. Cheese.

Why me?  Why me?

Repeating himself like a tantrum from a babe.

Finally.

No, not yet.

Almost.

Now.

“Large black coffee ready for you, sir!”

He snags the wide cup like a kid at a toy store,

inhaling it’s bitterness like a little girl smelling flowers.

My time has arrived at last.

He drinks as if he were a baby finding his mother’s teet for the first time.

Sweet bliss.