Waiting

In these quiet hours between sleep and wake
I am restless
I wait with anticipation
like a child waits for Christmas
I have no idea what I'm waiting for
but I can feel the excitement build
It's been a while since I've put pen to paper
in rich moments of reflection
allowing my soul to birth poetic words of freedom
but here I sit
waiting
longing for the moment when all of the observations
swirling in my being
will culminate into one beautifully fluid piece
that stretches my spirit in all four directions
and threatens to tear me apart entirely
Yes, here I sit
Waiting.

Rebecca Truman
July 6, 2010