in waiting

In waiting, I will waitDynamic mind of the divine, a thousand fantasies to satisfy my spirit's eyeI will be shy this time and lieIn waiting

a sabbath overstayed, my fingers tremble for the wooden shovelI wrap up the weathered handle, long once more to be the earth's dear lover

Thirsty for an object of affectionI'll not be quenched by predilectionNor lend the fates my sledge to crush me by selectionLucid daydreams of unwitting love are romance' mutinous insurrection

Mind encumbered,Go to hell and leave me to my slumberOr the poet's charming tortion of a numberOr the glamour of a craftsman's knotty lumber

This is my trowel,There are many like it but it is this one, my destinyThe fieldstone quakes beneath the harmony, so will beTwo sculptors, their sculptor sculptingTwisting subjects of the darling entropyFind my sea legs in this liminalityFor once I simply am then we will be,

In waiting.