Waiting

Everything falls quiet.

The wind has collapsed for me, 

waiting.

Waiting for me to speak,

break the awkward silence.

But I'm sitting on the post,

waiting for someone else's appearance.

The sight of

not a pair of human eyes.

Not the the bristling fur of a watchful predator or prey.

But for the sweet taste of light rain in my mouth.

For the clouds to gather,

just for me.

The gently, unfathomable mist of

delightful spring. 

Even the life around me

begs, longs, despairs

for the something that declines us that relief. 

Perhaps we are undeserving of that,

but by now, 

its reaction and dependence.

We need the taps on our skin

and the death of life to end.

Rising up out of the dry dust is essential

for us. 

Alas, the wind and I will sit and wait.

For as long as we need do so.

We've done it before.

Waited for the rain. 

Author's Note

Please review this. I feel like I've just dusted off an old part of me. Been awhile since a poem has rose up. So rip apart and try to love this little poem if you can. : ) Thanks!!

Reviews

[ENJOY A CUP OF COFFEE]

This poem can be taken in many different ways which makes it interesting. I really enjoyed reading it !

[Relic]

This speaks to me of patience and suffering in the midst of drought. I didn't catch it at first until I clicked on the picture. I like the your use of words and ideas for this. "But for the sweet taste of light rain in my mouth."
This is impressive work.