by Eric Burke

I sat in a storm sewer. Someone handed me a weather radio and told me she was rooting for me. I waited. But it was a different kind of waiting than I was used to. I felt that what I was doing, this waiting, was important, for me, for you. I was going to do it, no matter what was coming.

SOURCE: First published in Thrush Poetry Journal.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Eric Burke lives in Columbus, Ohio, where he works as a computer programmer. More of his poems can be found in PANK, Thrush Poetry Journal, PoetsArtists, bluestem, Escape Into Life, decomP, A cappella Zoo, and Weave Magazine. Poetry videos made from several of his poems can be viewed at The Poetry Storehouse. You can keep up with him at his blog.