I Wait For

I wait for
my heart to catch up to my mind,
racing ahead,
that reluctant heart,
so cautious and all.

I wait for signs and instruction, wisdom,
words and words and words,
magic ones and right ones,
the just right ones.

I wait for spring,
always waiting for spring,
air to thaw and sun to warm,
fleeting flower blossoms,
in all their pink.

I wait for my mind to wait for my heart
to catch up,
the bird song in the pause,
stillness of a heartbeat.

I wait for the breath to rise and fall, peace
to wash over me,
knowing whispers in my mind, trust,
in whatever will be.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020

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