Time To Float

Clothespins

in the basket

getting ready

to be put on 

the line.

Some of the

wooden

ones are spaced

apart

and hanging

alone.

Waiting.

Some are

clutching

the material

as the sun

beats down

and the wind

takes the 

cloth like

a ships sail

and 

they float.

The lonely

ones just

wait for their

time to float.

And that's 

the wait.

So wait

I do.