Waiting

I am the chess piece that waits for 'checkmate' to be called on the world.
The clouds change into many pictures and the snow on the mountains                                                                                                 comes and goes.
My lonely vigil carries on oblivious.
I am waiting for a signal, I dare not blink for fear I may miss it.
It would be easier if I had a clue.
The soaring white sea eagle torments me with it's effortless flight.
He mocks my inability to move.
On special days the Fin Back Whale passes by close enough to splash my                                                                                                                 face.
In the end our fate is determined and certain.
The strongest will win.
The weak will perish.
I will either sustain or fall.
The decision was never mine to make.