Waiting
Waiting
Hoping
Not in the traditional way
Not in the way that sets the mind
And the heart up for a fall
I wait
I hope
For the unexpected good
For the sweetest surprise
For the seeming chaos
That will sort itself out to the calm
It's a flow
Like a leaning back on your favorite chair
Like the cool underside of a favourite pillow
Like just letting it all go
All the plans
All the schemes
All the strategies
All the techniques
All the estimations
All the wheeling and dealing
Could do with an expected good now
A brief glance
A slight smile
A chat
A conversation lasting hours
A laugh
A silence
A flirt
A compliment
It is said that it is only when you give up your life
That is the time that you receive it fully
And so the paradox is
Then maybe expect nothing
And open the self to everything
My body is tired tonight
My mind is worn
My heart is slightly troubled
But I dare not sleep yet
I have to get this out
Whatever it is
Had no idea what it would be when it started
Still I have no idea what it will be when I am finished
Built my fingers still move and press the keys
Will my unexpected good come tomorrow?
Or maybe the day after?
I have no idea
But I will be hoping
I will be keeping a subtle lookout
Time for sleep
Time to slow the body, mind and spirit
Maybe something good tomorrow, maybe a good I never expected.
EA
Copyright © Emile Ackbarali | Year Posted 2012
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