waiting
standing in the clearing
open to the periwinkle sky
waiting for what will be
stilling my breath to listen
for anything at all
an end to outrunning winter
here we stand knee-deep in white crystals
watched over by silent green-black spruce/fir
there is nowhere else to go
no more major decisions to be made
we’ve crossed the frozen
end of the line
but hopefully someday
there will be
a going back
waiting for the wave to break
we’ve swum out to to where it forms
where ocean piles itself up
yawns into solid cliff
now waiting for the crushing violence
the thunder of collapse
not knowing quite how
we’ll get caught up in its path