Anxiously Waiting

A mild form of impatience on paper

I feel ansy and short of breath.
As if I should be doing something but
I don't know what and
have nothing to do.
So I sit here and simmer;
listening to the trees as
the wind whistles through
and the birds chirp their tune,
till I know what to do.

Author's Note

Quick little jot about a sliver of impatience. Just looking for opinions!