Wait I Say
Whole rooms are made for it,
designed to hold fast
what isn’t happening.
Wait on Him, they say.
Wait. They say. On Him.
As though wait is a verb
when we know it is no part of speech.
Wait is verb’s inverse.
Wait I say on what
reward? To what end or ending?
Remember grace? No
one deserves it.
Even the people who do.
All we have as we wait
is hope that wait stops.
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Jessica L. Walsh is the author of two poetry collections and two chapbooks. Her work has appeared in RHINO, Tinderbox, Connecticut Review, and more. She is a professor at a two-year college outside of Chicago.
