The Wait

The leaves have fallen,

The ice has thawed,

The sun has shone,

The rain has come,

Too long has passed

But you…haven't arrived.

And yet I'll wait…

Here I will plant myself

Grow roots.

I will watch the world go by

Till I'm gnarled and old

Like the wind that chills.

I will not budge

I won't be dug up

I will wait

It is you I want to catch.

And come you will

Scared

Hoping that I have long gone

Looking around

Those furtive eyes

But longing for me

And my deathly embrace

Yearning for my shade

But frightened of being

Crushed.

And pounce I will.

You cannot escape.

You will be caught.

For I can wait

You…cannot.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005