Sunday, May 14, 2017

Waiting

It’s painful to sit
and wait for nothing
to happen

just sitting and holding
a pen and looking
at a blank page

listening to your breath
flow in and out—
sigh
and feeling your
heartbeat

aware of each blink
of an eyelid,
each second that passes
without a word
to break the silence.

It’s painful to sit
and wait for nothing
to happen.

When will you realize
that whatever happens
is invisible, hidden
from sight,

and that words
will rise to the surface
whether you’re asleep
or awake, waiting or not?

Look -- all the time
you thought you were
staring at a blank page, 
and now? 

How do you
explain the words
that appeared beneath
your pen when you
weren’t looking?

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