Carry On and Wait

It's more than just 

the hours ticking by

morning turning 
to afternoon, 

then, another day's 

end without it happening.

The bundle of eighteen 

tasks still stacked on

my desk every day

and I burrow through it

still checking the inbox

or for a missed call

while I took another 

bathroom break.

I need them 

with all the tediousness

but it's still mine

for now 

until I can exhale 

a sigh of relief 

let the happiness 

dance inside my bones.

And I'll still drive 

and drive until 

they tell me I can 

sleep later

drive a shorter distance

to where I'm finally

going to reap the

rewards of 

all those papers 

and tests 

and that statistics 

class I thought I'd hate

but managed an A.

Where they said 

I'd be leaving them 

Summa Cum Laude.

I thought to myself 

why does a distinction 

of high honors 

sound like a pun 

for a college porn movie?

Even if this time 

has to become 

the next time 

I'll still carry on 
and wait.