Waiting to Go

I’m ready.

Been ready seems like

Hours ago.

Now sitting,

Now pacing and

Waiting to go.

 

If we’re late

(Which I hate)

The blame is not mine.

Rock steady,

            I’m ready

To make it on time.

 

I ask,

            But you task

Just a few minutes more.

So I wait

(Which I hate)

Til the sweat starts to pour.

 

But I must confess

That any duress disappears

When at long last you show.

Who cares if we’re late?

You were well worth the

Wait and the worry of 

Waiting to go.