It is OK to Wait

The sky spits white flames across its canvas.
As the flames move closer to the setting sun, they are illuminated,
flanked by a rising half moon.
A walker glides by on wheels underneath, 
observing with eyes facing upward.

A message is being searched for.
It may or may not come.

The walker stops and stands still in the midst.
The atmosphere is warm and rich in fresh oxygen and the smell of cherry blossoms.
It is ok to wait and breathe with the slow movement of the flames.
The patience of the oak trees lit up by the beaming horizon is evident without thought or speech.
A crown is about to be placed on the head of one who pays respect to the process.

It is ok to wait.
It is ok to believe in mystery.