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.
