Standby.
The word gripped me,
And put a stranglehold of fear on my heart.
After hours of desperate desire
And eager anticipation to spring into action,
I’m hit with the immovable word…Standby.
Standby.
It stands there, the Rock of Gibraltar misplaced to a busy thoroughfare.
Impeading progress!
Standby.
No way to go around it! No way to go over it!
No way to go through it!
But there is one thing about “Standby” that brings hope.
In that due to the temporary nature of the word itself,
There’s always the hope that, it will just leave.
Copyright 1995
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