The Waiting

Time slows to a crawl
The breath is my anchor 
to the here and now
It is a soft place to land.

Time feels beyond my reach
I am either behind it 
or waiting for a future moment
when it seems just right

To balance between 
the waiting and the go 
can be frustrating 
uncomfortable

My thoughts are stuck 
playing a loop 
on the same recording
and it is hardly helpful

My thoughts are a made-up story 
Where fact or fiction meld 
into an excuse – a righteous reason
and I dutifully follow the trail it makes.

Distraction
Wishing things to change 
but me, myself, I don’t 
change is scary but necessary

How we grow
How we transform
How we create
All effects from change itself.

Do I embrace the wait?
The change that comes too soon 
or seems to agonize on and on
Where’s the silver lining?

Isn’t that the point? 
I have to wait
There is nothing I can do
but wait.