I sit
In the quiet
Awaiting
A storm

I wait
For the first
Distant rumble
To sound

I sit
With myself
In the present
Moment

For I know
This reverie
Soon
Will pass

Maybe
I'm dreaming
And I'm not really
Awake

Maybe
I'm dumb
Unable
To speak

Maybe
I'm waiting
To make
My mark

Maybe
I'll become
Great
At last

Will anyone tell me
What is good
What is bad?

Or do I have
To work it out
Myself?

I sit
In the quiet
Awaiting
A storm

I sit
In the quiet

I sit
Alone