Waiting

Standing near the window
peering down the street
waiting for their car to pull into the driveway
and I don’t have to babysit

Standing by the sink
listening to the slow tick of the clock
waiting for my husband to come home
and I don’t have to be alone

Standing in the doorway
watching my children walk down the street
waiting for them to grow up
and then too soon they are gone

Standing on the highway bridge
feeling the river below my feet
waiting for the current to subside
and when the moment is right, jump in