This poem was submitted by a U.S. Border Patrol Agent……….
On a boring day at work and wishing I were somewhere else, I came up with this poem. I thought you and your readers might enjoy it.
Waiting for Daybreak
It’s dark and cold, the sun still slumbers, nature sleeps, my mind wonders.
What this day will have in store, time will tell just wait some more.
The only sound for miles around, from a distant highway, a truck headed for town.
Still no light at this young hour, I settle in to my dark tower.
As I sit inside this wooden box, the cold begins to invade my socks.
First it starts down in my toes, then my hands, my ears then nose.
The wind has infiltrated too, but I mustn’t obscure my field of view.
For I might miss what I’m here to see, the one who haunts my every dream.
Confined to my own prison of sorts, this cell measures four by four.
Just enough room for me and my gear, and a rusty old chair that’s hard on the rear.
Here’s where I’ll stay for hours on end, till the task is done then I’ll do it again.
With nowhere to go to get out of the cold, the shivers begin to take a hold.
The darkness begins to give way to light, only to reveal a fog so white.
A soup like none I have seen before, and to make matters worse it begins to pour.
What shelter I have leaks like a sieve, and I ponder what more can Mother Nature give.
This South Texas hunt’s full of misery, and there’s no other place I’d rather be.
~Lupe Saenz