Waiting

Picture an old-fashioned covered porch, with a rocking chair, in the stillness of the countryside. There is someone sitting in that chair. Quietly rocking. Watching the world go by. Quietly waiting. Always waiting. Always rocking.  Patiently waiting. Then IT will happen.  The waiting will end and the person will get up and walk down the porch steps. Moving because the waiting has ended.

I am the person.

Waiting.

And when the waiting ends, I will get up and DO. When the waiting ends, the doing begins.

I am waiting to do something.