You can see it, right?
Behind the brazen brown eyes-
The war, between

anticipation-
longing to leap up
and throw the thin-framed
lenses to the floor
and scream the questions that
lead to the truth-

patience-
slide the glasses back
behind the ear, run the
fingers through the black hair,
with tinges of earned grey,
fold the hands and wait. 

His eyes look at the
caramel band around his wrist,
turning, until it turns
round, motionless,
hands ticking,
patiently anticipating,
watch face.
You can see it.

-Will Peterson