Not-Waiting-for-Godot
by Betsy C. B.

I'm not waiting for Godot.
I'm waiting
For all of this to come together
(This thing that is my life)
And make sense.
I view my life in bits and pieces --
A torn-up fragment of the whole.
I'm waiting
For all of this to come together.
Searching for the logical conclusion
The surprise ending
That suspenseful moment --
When the inspector reveals
Everything that should have been
Understood by everyone
From the very beginning.
I'm waiting
For the part where he explains
(With elegant simplicity)
That which should have been
Obvious to all.
That, it is clear, my father
Was an extra-terrestrial --
And my mother
The Courtesan of Kings.
Which would explain
Why I have always felt
Like an Alien on the strange planet
Of muddled baby blues
And why I'm forever seeking
Castles-in-the-air
And a country of my own.


Copyright © 1997 by Betsy C. B.