i wait
i think that is my problemi sit on my bed
i bleed words
i wait for the wounds to heal
i reopen them again
and i wait for someone to noticei tuck a foot under my leg
wait for them to talk first
fingers flying, heart free
and then we must leave ( all good things do )
i wait for them to come back
they always do( there is an answer just beyond my grasp
tempting and taunting, twisting and turning
and i reach out, far [ not far enough ]
for it to land in my hand like a birdwhen i was young, mom would sit me on her lap
and tell me a story of diving gulls and stars
but the stories i know now are told of monstersi do not know what the scroll reads
i will wait to learn and see. )[ 7.20.21 ]
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