The Waiting Population
In this wilderness.
We wait for the stars to possess us.
The stares of the night.
Are actually our limitations waiting to pounce.
We wait for patience.
As they wait for us to emerge with a willingness.
And cut these vines like ribbons.
We watch the horizon reappear…
And then we fall asleep with the shadows.
And wait to breathe again.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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