Oh, the places You'll go

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, i fear, toward a most useless place.

the Waiting Place....

...for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plant to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting for their hair to grow
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.


excerpt from the book. It really spoke to me tonight while we read to Lucy
what are you waiting for?