(For Mr. C)
The waiting before a first in-person experience with a mostly stranger.
Did I put a voice I wanted to hear
to the text on the screen?
It’s not the same waiting
like waiting for the bus.
Waiting for your laptop to boot up.
Waking before your early-set alarm, half-awake; half asleep;
waiting for it to go off.
Waiting for the end of the week to begin.
Hurry, hurry up.
The waiting. This waiting.
It’s a shiver down the spine.
A lucid dream not yet realized.
The first look, the first time eyes meet.
There’s only a first.
There’s only that first moment.
As every moment is a first.
But the ‘first’ I’m referring to
is a bit more shaky, squiggly, amorphous, foggy.
These waiting moments –
acute, dense, concentrated.
Waiting for an optical illusion to appear
and make sense of itself.
Written Sunday, December 4th, 2012 @ Joe Bar.