While Waiting

While waiting While I was waiting for the poem, I was going to write to show up but I can`t find the right words starting the process, I have amused myself by writing two smaller things. I look at my nails they are too long but clean mainly because I do the washing up after lunch by hand or rather two hands I have never heard of a one-armed dishwasher. Thought of the German philosopher who said that God was dead, I ask; How can something not Born be dead? The great poem I was going to write is in hiding looking at the screen didn`t help, so it will have to wait and soon it will be morning.