i am waiting
for my spirit
to blossom in starlight
like a midnight rose
i am waiting
for the pain in my back
to summon the touch
that calms the bones & mends the heart
i am waiting
for someone
to help me make a poem––
& live the poem we make
i am waiting
for the mythology
of my ego
to tell his story elsewhere
i am waiting
for the thunder
that opened my sleeping eyes
long before lightning was ever
dreamt of
i am waiting
still
i am waiting