Waiting

WAITING 

What is present
But is elusive
Leaving the faintest trace
Only when I pause &
Become still
Can any new form
Take shape

Sometimes
Something happens
Sometimes
It doesn’t
Yet,
I wait

Waiting is half the fun

Tethered intimately
Conversing,
While wandering
The artistic & psychoanalytic
Each is poorer
Without the other

These poems and images
Become my artifacts
Of this lived life, 
Found
Amongst the ordinary