still

waiting.

a cup
that never runneth.

even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.

something,

coming but
never here….

only the
waiting.

waiting for love to finally (re)appear.

waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.

waiting for hope to push back fear.

waiting to age, one more year.

flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,

i wait for you.