Waiting

A while ago I was waiting for something, or waiting for maybe even waiting for several somethings: waiting for well mostly for a response of some kind, like an email or a phone call or a message in a bottle floating towards me on the ocean on like some sort of figurative ocean if you will. I had sent out I guess you could say missives e-missives mostly, I’d sent out floods of pigeons into cyberspace pigeons i.e. self-addressed stamped birds. I was checking email checking mail and email and phone messages and thinking maybe this minute maybe this minute maybe now maybe soon—surely soon. But nothing happened. Then nothing happened.