Reciprocal Letter
Poetry Sunday
Wait a little longer, till the crescent
Becomes a ring and nothing, once again.
Wait a little longer, maybe the pine
Has to paint itself auburn and fall
As it waits for a greener rebirth.
Wait a little longer — a second, a minute,
An hour, a day, week, month, and year
More than what you’ve been told.
Wait a little longer, it’s only a matter of
Time — transient as the wind,
The wave, and the breath.
Wait a little longer, let the pages
Wrinkle and turn yellow — the sun,
Let it dip into the blue — the tapestry,
Let it lose its shine.
Wait a little longer, it might be
Unopened, unread, but not
Abandoned. The reciprocal letter
Would be worth the wait.
Wait a little longer, till
Waiting becomes normal.
Or just wait until
The hole inside of you
Becomes whole, once again.
