Moments-in-Waiting


One’s special space,
where chin resting upon knees tucked,
arms wrapped tight,
being the ball we wish to be.

How many like moments
harbor our protected thoughts,
those times when happiness hangs tenuous
like a spider and its web trusting no harm will come
while trying to anchor tomorrow’s hope?

As child, adult or senior
haven’t we all been there
perhaps in a closet,
bedroom corner,
or attic darkness?

We carry our anticipated moments to come
upon our backs,
fingers tightly interlaced,
squeezed eyelids unable to weep,
feeling vulnerable as one trapped beneath frozen ice.

Such are life’s weigh-stations of coming moments,
made uneasy by sounds of life’s eager barkers atop soapboxes,
rendering a cacophony of anxiety invading our minds,
fomenting fears, expectations, dreams, and disappointments.

For the fortunate…

Loosening the grip,
lifting the head
allowing the arms to spread,
taking an unencumbered breath,
often for the first time,
leads to that epiphany-gilded space
known as Acceptance.

Receiving discovery as a gift
is not without another consideration, however,
for assent to illumination,
requires the heart not left behind.

Such rewards of clear thinking, attended with passion,
remain without parallel,
even as such rewards may be challenged by future delays,
for life exists but as never ending moments-in-waiting.