Sometimes there is nothing to do, when all there is to do is wait.
Action would be overt stepping on toes of brewing events.
When missed connections collide silently, the pieces fit somewhere else they'd rather be
Doing of nothing can seem daunting and wrong like trying to open cans with toothpicks facing a starving crowd of 5 year olds
but when the recent turn of events has requested a movement out of the fast lane, to not comply would be foolish something is germinating hard work in the past is ruminating and manifesting a future.
The way we've shaped our habitat, less than an instant seems too long.
It is a curious succession of feelings when all there is to do is wait -
longing fades first, to an epiphany of what is attachment then, the new years celebration of relinquishment after, a rising to the surface from the bottom of a body of water with eyes wide open hands free of shopping bags or luggage and a slightly confused sensation of nowhere