I have waited to escape childhood.
I have waited to explore the city.
I have waited to exchange one country for another.
I have waited to forget and to remember.
I have waited until my term of service ended.
I have waited whilst an audience waited for me to begin.
I have waited for the bus, the taxi, the train and the plane.
I have waited for a lover at the Underground station.
I have waited until words came to describe my love.
I have waited for someone to purchase a picture.
I have waited until words came to describe my despair.
I have waited to return to the countryside.
I have waited with Ferlinghetti and with the old man in a dry month.
