Inspired by all my running friends…
My fingers grip the rubber track
My feet grip the metal blocks
My heart grips my chest
and I am waiting
for the gun
and then my mind,
Wonders
How much time I spend,
Waiting:
to start
to finish
to win
to lose
to improve
to succeed
at everything
I am waiting
for life
for death
for dreams
for good
for bad
Constantly,
Why?
as I hunch, here
on the starting line
Waiting
I stop, and think
What happens
When the wait is over?
What then?
I wonder
So, as I wait
for the gun
I decide
Maybe, I will enjoy
the wait
While it lasts
Because I don’t know
What’s next
But I know
Here and Now
Even if, I am
Waiting
