The Waiting

Transported distant fleeting

miles of time to overcome

elsewhere

vast wide space

forever illusive

and elusive

I am here wish to be there

I am now wish to be then

The ebb then flow

I thank G-d for sleep 8 hours gone in a flash

only then to have time falter and draw out in front of me

the last 4 miles of my heart's marathon

too see one's future

to hope beyond hope

I am 6 the night before my birthday and the presents are hidden in the house

I know they are here

I can guess at what they are

I chose them after all

If I find them I can peel back the wrapping

reveal the gift beneath

But until I tear the paper

expose them entirely

they are not really mine

she is not really mine

she is a dream of what will be

a tenuous arrival at the doorstep of a life of hoping

an unexpectedly soft landing after a long jump

heavy with desire, layered with wanting

covered in a thin veil of mystery

a promise I will keep

So tonight I live in the pause

wondering

hoping

dreaming

pinching myself awake at each musing

can this be real?

4 decades of my girlish reverie

now just out of reach

Waiting for my future

Waiting for time

Waiting for you