You are waiting for me,
to slow down,
breathe
notice.
You are here.
Waiting for me
to join you.
In the meantime,
waiting for us to write
together.
I am waiting too.
Waiting for something dramatic
That says NOW.
Now, is the time to write.
Waiting for a prompt
to carve itself
in willing bark.
Waiting for a mystical skywriter
to spell NOW,
in the stars.
Waiting to awaken
with a book upon my tongue.
I hear now but
there will be no
prewritten book.
No visions of words
in starlight.
No engraved tree trunk.
Just you.
Waiting for me
to sit
and
write.
