Waiting

The surface is smooth,

Holding together,

Yet, like birds and creatures

of forest and plain,

I sense unseen turbulence.

The air is uneasy

The quiet full of noise

Creaking, tearing, moving.

Watchful, alert and reading the signs

Sleep is light

Waking is instant,

Another day safe and unsafe

WAITING

 

E. McCormack

August 2015

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