Tension

One day more I wait before I see Nat;

So much looking is driving me insane;

This waiting is making me really fat;

So he better be on that Boeing plane.

I shall welcome his many airport hugs;

And accept all those treasures he will bring;

While I hope that he pays those baggage thugs;

And plays those tunes that the Merry-Men sing;

This musing is causing my head to spin;

Will his hair no longer blow in the breeze?

Will I see a smile or pout near his chin?

Should I then hug him if he starts to tease?

What if this outcome is some puppet show?

This is something I do not really know.

 (June 2000/Barbados)