the uncomfortable silence of waiting.
like holding your breath under blue water,
or watching for shooting stars.
it wraps you in its arms,
envelops you with warm embrace.
that’s how you know it will be awhile before your next adventure,
before the next step is illuminated on the path.
when you’re tired of running in place,
you sink into the routine of sameness,
and there you’re greeted by peace,
illuminating the path ahead.
it sounds like waves hitting the shoreline,
and the pitter patter of little feet.
a comfortable silence between parentheses-