The Wait
The days before
The flood begins
Anticipation of what is new
Or will it all be the same?
A break from monotony
An extra long rest
Can we trust we will be ushered in with care and zest?
We hope the world can continue to offer
The caress of a lover
The smell of bacon cooking
The ease of a many Sunday mornings
The hope for softness
Even though we prepare
For all the sharp edges
That can not be avoided
Steel yourself
It’s coming
All of it
