Like a child

Books in hand

I sit waiting

Tapping and wondering

If I’m forgotten

Like a dog

By the gate

Watching for the

School bus crest

The hill yonder

Hoping it’s soon

Like the driver

Caught running late

In snarly traffic

Watching his watch

Time slipping by

This is me

Rapunzel in tower

Dreaming of that

One thing that

Will rescue me

Not from what

I am but

Will make me

Surely what I

I could be