i have waited
with nothing of story
to wait
no pages left barren
i knew yet to write
how was it to know
how much
should i care
when the years
have gathered
black to the lines
crossing the porch
some nights
as i prayed
another would come
sunlight would break
out on the pasture
i loved
as i love
prayed for a moment
to know
as i know
i could be
as i am
everything

. . .