All those people
waiting tables
or turning tricks,
waiting for the knight
to discover them
and me in this hidden room
doing the same,
only worse,
because they know what they wait for
and I am inconstant
in my waiting,
expecting different footfalls
or Godot
or voices of invitation
and the only time
in which I can stop waiting
is now
but still I feel the invisible shrug
that says I’m waiting
for something more
but now
is the only exit.