The Waited

There around the corner.

Just around that corner.

The waited heads.

With anticipation that is

In the blushes on the cheek.

In the stretched corners of the mouth.

In the faster steps of the boots.

Right around the corner.

Just turn that corner.
The waiter stands.

With anticipation that is

In the hands in the pockets.

In the eyes behind the glasses.

In the silence and in the calm.

Three,

two,

one...

there.

Falling

Falling was easy.

And so was landing.

What wasn't.

Was getting up and going.

Sonnet II

The wind was whimsical and vigorous.

She took my hands and said, "This way"

As they stayed cold, palsied to the dismay.

The storm was merciless and tremulous.

He took the way our from my sight

And left me astray with no heat or light.

Let not that journey of solitude repeat any longer.

Let not the crucial nights come again to loiter

And sore my heart to pass it alone.

Let me reach to the light so shone.

Let me now sit on the top of the hill

Never to look back on my foot prints

On a path reashed this far. You put me in splints,

Standing unshaken for that you love me still.

Sonnet II

He that reads my absolute yes

Neglects not to look on many a silent no.

I that have his eternal bless

Dismiss not but admit the subtle woe.

The two on a tandem fall never on one another

But in union, only to sept up and go a little further.

We look not back at what remains behind,
Nor hinder our way with that which baits our mind.

He with a determination, that is of gentility

And of devotion, finds me here inspired.

I with affention of immutability

And of cultivation, return his heart so desired.

Yes, we join our humble anticipation.

Of tomorrow ever so large in this true relation.