The Interminable Stillness in Waiting...

The work below grew out a of desire I had to articulate the feeling of something one wants that seems so far away. I had the chance to see someone close to me after some seven weeks apart. The waiting for those seven weeks to pass proved difficult, and the writing touches on this;



Waitings...

In the reclusive forbearance
of longing,
there have been long, long
nights waiting...
when even the air
does not seem to move
and the room is so still–
(almost foreboding)–
and still thoughts of you;
as if the air is moving,
as if the room is full of movement,
as if you are near.

Within these sheets quiet,
echos distant
the hungry wolf’s howl
inside growls
a heavy heart’s beat, waiting...
waiting...
the interminable (stillness)
in such long,
waitings...