These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Tripadi: "Waiting to Be Seen"

Taking daily steps is boring
when we'd spend our life exploring
other lands, overseas, wandering lust.

Some are fancy with their living,
others bless by joyous giving,
"squeaky wheels are always getting the grease."

Days are filled with cleaning dishes,
waiting for our hopes and wishes,
cleaning floors, a must for animal hairs.

Daily writing takes one's brain cells
with goodness slow, takes time to jell,
while writing alone, sitting in my space.

Waiting is a part of life, too,
as sleeping costs its daily due
for who can go without a nightly nap?

Keeping fit each day is grueling
as we're aging muscles schooling,
consistency is hopeful in the end.

Let's keep at it in the woodshed,
writing tomes of words we want read,
pouring through Reason's sieve to see what sticks.

Trudging hours of weary writing
without a publisher biting
as mind-muscles are formed for the long haul.

"Is it worth it?" we still wonder
o'er the hills, through valley thunder
with a marathon run through cold and rain.

One day when I least expect it,
"Your work is good, we'll direct it"
as days of waiting have their final worth.

by Jay O'Toole
on February 6th, 2020