Difficult Times – Exercise #20

I am guessing some might call it a cheap way out to just point at the poem I wrote earlier today and declare that to be the answer to today’s exercise. Oh, by the way, that exercise is “a difficult time in your life”. Problem is that I think so many of us define ourselves by adversity that the difficult times in our lives are about all we see when we look back. We often over look the good times, and totally and completely ignore the periods of just calm complacency.

Mardi Gras in the Ninth WardThere have been lots of those over the course of my years -both good times and times of calm complacency. There have also been some absolutely fantastic times. Yup, overboard, over the top, joyous occasions. But, for some reason, the creator of this series of exercises would like to hear about a difficult time – not the time I met my boyhood idol, or vacationed in the UK, or danced down the streets of Savannah in the Marching Kazoo band. So those stories will wait for another day.

Difficult times in my life seem to be many, at least they are able to form a rather well attended convention in my head, so I need to relate one that won’t leave me crawling around on my mental knees, like the sudden death of my mother, or tell you too much about my inner frailties, such as buying a motorcycle when I turned forty; and then spending a decent amount of time in the hospital because of the stupid decision. And I will leave my children out of this since some of you seem averse to “kid stories”, and others just don’t care. And my kids hate it when I talk about them.

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Waiting

Bench By The RoadHe was sitting on the park bench when her car came into view. Just sitting. Not doing anything. She pulled up against the curb, and he hopped in.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. He just laughed at her and shook his head.

She pulled back off into traffic but shot him that quizzical half-annoyed look. The one he knew so well. “So it’s funny to you?” she asked. “I am not always late you know.”

He look backed. “No. No, no. That’s not what I’m laughing at.”

“Yes, then? What?” she asked.

“I’m just amused by what you said. You apologizing. I was just laughing at the fact that you don’t really understand,” he said.

“What do you mean I don’t understand?”

He looked down. “It’s just that I don’t mind waiting for you,” he said.  “I would wait for you forever.”

“Nuh uh. I do not take forever,” she said.

“That’s what I mean. You still don’t understand,” he said. “What I mean is that I was waiting to find  you my entire life. Before you, that is all there was – waiting. And I really didn’t even know if you existed. But now I do and that makes it all worth while.” He laid his hand on hers.

“So I really don’t mind waiting for you now, because I know for certain you are out there and you are coming. I would wait for you forever.”