Be Seated

"Be Seated"

(“I will take my stand on my post, station myself on the tower, and watch to see what He will say to me; what answer I shall receive concerning my complaint.” Habakkuk 1:17)

I have waited faster without hearing the wind bring
a lasting balm to grant the answer

I must have already known.

Feet raised upon the end of the couch,
head sunk into the pillow,
the quiet must be cut by tv
to dot the self-talk, the dialogue, trialogue,
self-cast reruns of regrets I cannot redo or
fewer away.

I need someone to dry my eyes,
I need to know everything’s alright,
(the tears have evaporated since)
I need a word to match the actions,
a lifelong flash in the darkness that opens the
corners to view.

I hate to complain, to sing the blues to a brilliant Master
of dis-Illusion, but I’ve felt for sometime my racing radio plays
crisscrossing in my thoughts height and length-ways

Need a better match than where my bony feet lead me
these days.

So, punctuate me, please, so I know when my first act ceases
and Your intermission:

New paradigm please!

Speak to me, I can’t figure it out anymore.
I’ll say, “If you say, ‘let the vision wait’, I’ll wait”
But I’m rock-sure I’m uncertain which is Your vision
and my screenplay.

Strike the set, already!

I’ll stand stark on the black paint stage floor,
won’t call it a monologue with nothing to say;

a listening play.

The cast is now seated, legs up on the couch,
ready to vouch for every word You might say.