A woman sits in her courtyard waiting for flowers to grow,
Another waits at her bank to make the last payment on her house,
A boy fishes at the neighborhood pond waiting for a bite,
A baby cries in her crib, waiting for familiar hands
to scoop her up in a warm embrace,
A woman waits for news of a job offer,
A teenager sits in class waiting for the last bell to ring,
An airplane pilot waits for the signal to take off,
another waits for clearance to land,
A child waits for his turn on the slide,
A photographer waits for a perfect sunset,
A chef waits for the first reviews of her new restaurant,
A writer waits for inspiration,
A farmer waits for rain,
A patient waits for her pain to end,
Eventually, the waiting will end,
the flowers will bloom,
and we’ll begin again.
Subjects of photo – Regina and Maggie May
I feel closer to the essence of our collective human experience told in these deceptively simple lines of poetry.
Thank you, Judy. Our connections are often invisible but so very deep.