WAITING

I SIT IN STILLNESS, HOURS UNFOLD, THE SKY TURNS SILVER, THEN DEEP GOLD. A CLOCK TICKS SOFT UPON THE WALL, A VOICE TO FAINT, A DISTANT CALL. THE AIR IS THICK WITH MIGHT-HAVE-BEENS, LIKE WHISPERED THOUGHTS ON QUIET WINDS. EACH BREATH A PAUSE, EACH PAUSE A PRAYER, FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN EMPTY AIR. I PLANT MY HOPES LIKE SEEDS IN SAND, AND STRETCH TIME OUT WITH OPEN HANDS. THE WORLD KEEPS MOVING, UNAWARE, WHILE I REMAIN, JUST WAITING THERE. NOT ALL WHO WAIT ARE LOST OR WEAK, SOME HOLD THEIR SILENCE WHILE THEY SEEK. A LOVER'S STEP, A SIGN, A FLAME, THE THINGS THAT COME BUT NEVER NAME. SO I WILL WAIT, NOT OUT OF FEAR, BUT FOR THE THING I HOLD MOST DEAR. AND THOUGH IT HURTS, I STILL BELIEVE, SOME GIFTS ARE SLOW, BUT WORTH THE GRIEF.