There is something playful here, or maybe it’s just the title. Either way what I like best about this poem is that poetry can sprout from almost anything. Do enjoy.
How to Make a Game of Waiting
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
This is a capsized game
and there is no display of acres at the end.
Buy a rare and expensive plant that never blooms.
Rearrange your books by the color of the spines.
Bury all your keys that don’t unlock anything.
These are not rules but merely suggestions
of what has worked for others.
For instance, the man who painted landscapes
on his daughter’s sheet music.
Put a big rock on your desk.
Do not name the rock.
Take the numbers off the clock and mail them
to your creditors.
Stitch the hours onto a kite.
Every night, ask until you can hear what replies.