waiting

this life
waits for
us
always
always

we can move
we can create
we are as if gods
God

take your choice

and God
good old
God

could be just so
close
so close
right underneath that grouchy person's
frown
right beside the widow's tears
under the stars beyond the stars
of course
we all know that
but
here
too
here resting in our
breath
in the space between our breath
between our thoughts
between our vertebrae

waiting
wating
for us

to come home