LEO HWANG
Waiting

I began waiting
far before I realized there was time
so easy it was
to let go of consequence
all of life ephemeral
in that instant.
Without, 
the children grow up
and are nearly adults,
at least they claim to be.
Houses fade in the distance
and are occupied by other people,
other families.
An early fall heatwave
reminds me of August,
the heavy boulders
and long nights turning 
to dewey mornings.
I tell myself I am no longer
waiting
that the yearning of the heart
is for a stone
that has been rubbed smooth
over time
a piece of sea glass
the marble steps 
into the school house.
It becomes my mantra
I have forgotten what it is like
to live without it.
Eyes closed,
thumb and forefinger
deep breaths of a diver
and letting go into 
​the thing I desire.

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