anticipation

it comes again

not as cloudy as the dreams before,

hinting more profoundly

something new is near at hand.

I can almost touch it, outstretched

fingers slightly grazing.

hear it hiding

garbled amidst the crescendo reports

of more familiar sounds.

who or what is this something new

sneaking around my mind's blind spot,

like a cool chill on a steaming

day of urban summer stranger streets?

this one hand in a dozen new

palms to shake

that feels of something more than meet?

but when or where

will the unveiling be?

will my hopes or fears

become reality?