Waiting

Thirty five thousand, seventeen days
have passed since a world changed, a

plate of cheese fighting the elements, moved
to a heavier plate. The pretty orange one

whose chip became a crack, left
broken lying next to unwashed

shriveling grapes on un-kept counter
while worms eat through to the core of

waiting granny smith apples in a dusty
fruit basket: once, shiny and green before

decay and gray matter took over. There
is a chance life can be revived with tears

life springs running over the edge of vessels
here and there on the floor-

a house; a home, left to nature, to chance
in torrential storms, or over flow-

of a sink full of dirty dishes
sitting under a ticking clock

hanging next to this years calendar.

© E Stelling

Difficulties mastered are opportunities won- Winston Churchill