We find ourselves
in the many textures of waiting —
the swirling, floating one,
the calm and solid one,
the one in which, within its span,
time stretches endlessly,
the one where weeks nip up
against each other’s heels

We wait for the next action in the sequence,
We wait for our clear focus to return,
We watch for coalescences, events and seasons
to find the perfect moment to jump in

We wait, we move, we wait
and maybe find our steps
lined up with wisdom,
maybe find the ever active peace
maybe find the rhythm and the joy
that marks our presence here,
that sets our place.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2014