...

Back and forth, to and fro,
up and down I never know
when or if they plan to land,
holding silence in my hand
I

wait

wait

for quietness, for still,
waiting always, waiting till I
cannot take the endless racing,
always thinking always pacing
still I

wait

wait

in the dark, getting older,
gaining daylight, growing colder
as the icy thoughts blow past me
is it fair? They didn’t ask me
if I’d

wait

wait

for permission, for some sign,
for a peaceful, silent mind,
far too early far too late,
yet these thoughts insist I
wait

wait

wait

yet these thoughts insist I

wait

before I

sleep.