Antsy Like a Gnat

I’m just not good at waiting patiently.
A timepiece seems to occupy my head –
I can’t engage in acts wholeheartedly
when part of me anticipates instead.
From when I’m seated till my order’s sped
I don’t attend to restaurant chit-chat.
And when expecting a repairman’s tread,
I pace and flit, unsettled as a gnat.


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