I wait
I sit here and I wait
And the waiting is never over
New leaves grow grasping at new beginnings
New fog that drips down the spine and slides soaking into the ground
New leaves they don’t wait for more
New leaves they are born wanting
Soil only has so much of it’s spoils to share for those too starving
The wilting they now feel again
To curve at corners and fall tethered down
New leaves newly fertile soil I dig my feet into
And I sit there waiting
Again and again for something more