Voices on the Wind Voices on Waiting
Hours Go By by Doris Gwaltney I seem to do so much waiting at the yellow and red of traffic lights, where kids on bicycles start and stop, come and go. I wait in check-out lines, making crazy decisions, going back to buy things I do not need. I wait for ages at the draw bridge that opens randomly at ten in the morning, or maybe at noon, but worst of all at four P. M. when shipyard workers leave the tall ships they work on. But truly worst of all I wait for you to say you love me. More hours go by. Tears accumulate behind my eyelids. I walk back and forth beside the river. And in my heart I truly know that you do not.