The Thick Waiting
Image by Felix Mittermeier-Pixabay
I sit in the thick waiting,
in the silence
inside the witness role
of an invisible thing
heading our way,
a turmoil that won’t be stopped.
Dear inexorable wave,
be welcome. I shall not
brace, nor call you ominous.
Portentous one,
your slowness of approach,
a far-off scent in the wind,
raises up hair from our skin.
You are a secret coming.
From the other side of the mountain,
a flash in the air.
What switch was flipped –
white sky! Then black again.
In the thick waiting
I sit with hope,
my arms open
to apparent opposites.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
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