Going Forward ...

The day is so dreary it almost seems 

as if the sun forgot to rise.

The sky is thick with clouds,

a puffy quilt between us and the blue sky.

I am waiting, waiting for a phone call

to make an appointment for an interview, 

waiting for the workman who's supposed 

to fix a problem in my apartment.

The cat ran away when he came.

We couldn't find her, so now I'm waiting 

to have the work rescheduled and,
needless to say, I am waiting for 
my silly cat to reappear 
at some point in the next few hours
from a secret nook she's found.

Waiting.

What is the difference between waiting

and patience? So far this week,

I've missed two opportunities to swim

through waiting. It seems that patience is putting

in the work towards a desired result,

while waiting is putting oneself at the mercy

of others' whims and schedules.

My swimming is teaching me that I need to

be patient because it takes time to 

reach a goal. However, the act of waiting

takes away my control over a situation.
I am nervous and bored with waiting because
I want to be in the pool, swimming
towards a goal.