Waiting

Waiting will come for you at last.

It takes its time, never lifts its voice to convince you of its virtues.

One day you're just standing there as you've always stood, waiting to be taken along to what will happen next. You're a little impatient to get there, as impatient as you'll be once you arrive.

And while you wait, waiting comes out of nowhere with its blessing to say to you that you're right where you need to be.

Cars go by, men and women talk, life goes on. You have accepted silence as fate.