An Unending Wait Yields to No Purpose
Much like Death, I just can’t say when you’ll come a knockin’ on my door,
When you’ll reveal your sensational essence amidst my realm of immediacy-
Or, even how you’ll knock!
Will it be a gentle rap-a-tap-tapping, so faint as to barely attract notice,
Or, will your fist force itself into my relative space of quiet by impressionable means of a puissant pounding?!
Anticipation weighs heavy upon my soul,
And though I’ll find you not in dread,
These uncertain thoughts may render my doing anything about your certain arrival quite impossible…
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2013