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Waiting on something good


As I sit,

Warm jacket on

Head back, face to sun, feet up

A winter breeze politely passes by.

I peek up, squinting,

one eye on the sky.

Sweet sun blanketing the face,

the body,

the mind,

the me.




savoring every bit of goodness.

Every bit of greatness,

Every bit of a gift indeed.


Slowly, the sky turns cold,

Clouds carelessly interrupt the rhythm of the surrender.


I sit eager and uneasy,

Tucked tight,

Anticipation and angst building-

I wait.

And wait.

Excitement wears as she reappears again,

already unwrapped,

already ripped open.