Time tapping its toes on the doorstep
Ticking slowly
Like you’ve just jumped into water.
Words running circles in your head
Waiting to be let out the gate.
Stars that can’t shine bright enough
Because they are waiting
For the lights to go out below.
Waiting to be seen.
Waiting
For fruit to ripen,
For grass to grow,
For the sun to set.
Moving too slow to see
Yet still we somehow see it.
We somehow notice.
Waiting for a disconnected puzzle piece
To be set in place.
Waiting
And hoping
For colour to seep in,
For a completed picture,
And for the door to be opened.
Lauren Kathleen 