Just Waiting

Poetry - 2024 Alumni Creative Writing Contest - Honorable Mention

This cool morning

lays its palm over the road, the

grocery stores that open their doors

to the early chill, the

heaping adolescent mountains.

This is ending soon:

the rosy asphalt,

the muted clamor,

the automatic doors.

This too shall pass away.

In the meantime,

I’ll wake up early for work,

shoulder through the pennilessness,

forget my coffee at home.

It’s not long ‘til glory,

it’s not long. I can go on

a little longer.