Anxious child at window (Photo credit: IronRodArt – Royce Bair (NightScapes on Thursdays))
I have a little friend
She calls herself ‘Wait and See’
She loves to watch others live and be
She ponders often and much ‘perhaps this!
Or maybe, yes! that too might feel like bliss…
And then! there’s that and that some more….”
And on she goes finding something in others’ journey to adore
The pickle I nudged her think about though
Sounded kinda a bit like so…
“Hello my sweetheart friend ‘Wait and See’
Up to much oohing and ahhing again, I notice you be…
Wondering if you’ve considered what you’ll offer as yours
To own and hold and smile about within
that others may even take notice or perhaps even grin….”
With that she looked shocked and sourly confused
‘But its my job to ponder and pontificate and wonder about possibilities
Surely that is where I am most amused…!
I find it odd that you’re asking me what am I creating
Don’t you see?
I don’t really know how or if I’m allowed or maybe
That’s why I’m named Wait ‘n See’
Yet, I’m convinced ‘someday when’ something will occur
That will find me nodding like I’m sure
But I’ll have to check the next day too
And the one after that as well
And gaze out and wonder if anything will ring a bell’
And off she fluttered to gaze some more
And I was left with something deeper I am sure…
For to me all that thought she consciously devotes
To ‘waiting and seeing’ has become her routine, and rather rote
I will hope for her to hear that little nudge within
That allows her to actually try something and begin
And maybe one day she’ll meet my other friend named ‘Now’
She’s surely a hoot and a half, her insistence on the possibility of the moment has left me in utter wow.
But then too perhaps its not mine to twine them together
I’ve surely learned much from one but I’m having fun getting to know now, the other…
little…friend….
Huggabuggas.
