What Are You Waiting For?

^{(opening line from Jane Kenyon’s “At a Motel
near O’Hare Airport,” Collected Poems)}

I sit by the window all morning
and why not?

The kitchen floor, spattered more
than I care to admit,
shouts MOP ME.

Clothes I need for tomorrow—
I’m down to my last pair of underwear—
beg to be washed.

A lengthy to-do list beckons
in black and white.

When the phone rings, I cover my ears
like a small child chanting
I can’t hear you.

I sit by the window all morning
listening to the symphony
beyond the glass.

Every day the tickets are free.
Today I decided to claim
my front-row seat.

What are you waiting for?

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From NaPoWriMo 2016 day 25, when the prompt was to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem but then goes elsewhere with it. Peace to your ♥!