Today

Observing other blogs, it has become apparent to me that my posts are far too long. Sorry. 

Waiting

Bare feet whisper across ancient wood

silent footprints in the dust. 

Tinny music filling up empty space 

pretending to break the quiet. 

Still air like an overprotective mother 

suffocating, oppressing. 

Hesitation and eagerness hang in a balance. 

Waiting

for something.