Waiting

Will time ever be in my command?

Will the distant future send

Its greetings of better moments

Of realities which hold no dread

For the present?

Will the clock tick to the beat

Of a heart full of hope

Bathing in contentment

One with joy?

What comes after the stretching second

What hope or story will reckon

With this agonizing pace

This torturous race

For the future

All of which can end

In a moment’s bliss

What end will make these slower steps

Worth the weighted gait

Worth the turns upon turns

Meandering around the possibility

Of a new chapter;

Somewhere along this journey

But nowhere to be seen

Yet

And its that “yet” that can plague

That can invade the mind with its uncertain claim

That something has been ordained...

But oh

What’s in time’s hands cannot be tamed

To our will

And so we must wait

What point is there to think away a state?

And so this soul will settle for same

For moments drawling within the plane

Of the current

Ah

The current

A truth evolves before me

A current

In a stream

And myself barely afloat

Of course;

What with looking to the banks and their mediocrity

And neglecting the flow of things

And how even placid waters

Can carry the slightest power

To carry you gently

To your destination

Maybe that’s my situation?

The current has slowed

And so I think things have stopped working in my favour

But that was never true, was it?

For in Truth, The Plan is still in the works

And maybe this pace will help me see

More clearly;

The view

Free from the distraction

Of endangering rapids

And;

The cliff’s edge

So that I know to jump

Before it’s too late

I guess there is something in the wait

Something in the mundaneness of things

In the mediocre times of our lives

Maybe, just maybe

There is blessing

In boredom