This is a little sharing of a poetry like piece of writing by Dawn Sperber. I know nothing of the author other than she sure knows how to string a line of words together. This piece is called; What Are We Waiting For?

I bet there are forests who miss me. Who wish I were a squirrel in their trees or a supposedly mythical mermaid in their ponds. I bet there are kisses who wish I were in them too, because they like my technique. I bet there are sunrays looking for me even now, not yet knowing I’ve gone indoors. There may also be songs wishing I’d turn them on, and others who wish I were already dancing to them. I wonder if there are dresses that wish I were wearing them, instead of someone else, or left hanging on a hanger. I bet there are houses that wish I were living in them, maybe houses that I’ll one day move in and dance through, but not yet, I haven’t even yet visited their towns, and the houses shift and groan their tree trunks and wonder,
Why do I have to wait?

Cuz they want me, see. Cuz it’ll be that good.

And so I ask my future and all my possibilities and all my impossible perfect fantastical dreams to call for me LOUD, light road flares, use spot lights , catch me with a stage hook
and reel me in, bring me close. Because if I want you and you want me, I tell my future, what are we waiting for? It’s only ellipsis dividing us. Let us blow them away like breadcrumbs…

I love to long for my future, and I love when my future longs for me. It feels as good as dancing
to the most kickass song, when my body predicts beats and breaks and rhythm changes, when it’s all tight and suave, like all I’ve been waiting for is right here, and I’m drinking it down easy.

And really, when life’s like that, when I’m drunk on dreams and slippery with time, nothing can hold me back, not rules or logic, and beauty breaks all boundaries. I burst through the seams, racing my bike down the streets, free in the world:
This Wildy Improbable.

This makes me think of not just having patience, but being thrilled by it. This dance we have between our past and our future, to a never ending song of presence. Drink it in folks, it’s that good.

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