Waiting

 

now, a fuller life, than in all the years that be,

an insight greater now than all my former days

a perception an eruption waiting within me

once dormant within a youthful haze

 

an upsurge and momentum longing to crest

emergence not likely to be halted

unlike the flings and pops of the rest

entwined mind and heart now exalted

 

not seeking. keeping. down beneath my awares

inhale.   unbridled though latent in time for now

unleashing foregone no matter whom it scares

a mirror to which mattering matters anyhow

 

it’s coming. says the explosion to calm the alive

the calm explosion sent to breach the divide.

 

 

photo by Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com