Anticipation

Ode “To a Life of Deep Anticipation”

As I grow old with impending anticipation of death

I lay in quiet silence my sign of the cross above my head

While the lingering anticipation of just the right words to say

Keeps me awake

Will I be able to leave just the right words behind?

When I anticipate tomorrow, I still lose the day

The moments no longer matter or make any sense at all

The intense voices in my head often drive me crazy

I hold them within the grasp of a life still worth living

But it’s this gift that you gave me

So rare, so contraband, I dare not take it lightly

Though I smile when I think it came from you

Perhaps our paths may cross again

Perchance we will meet again at the top

Perhaps we will be united by a dream, a hope, a fantasy

Or come from something we perceive to be

It matters not my idle friends

The force, the source

The Gods have planned

I wait, I wait

Blessings to those never to be,