We wait

Some times feel more full than others. I am grateful for this fullness.

I awake with the utter reality

The certainty

The authenticity of those

With whom I spent the week:

Eating

Driving back and forth

Texting single words and phrases

Caring over miles and miles.

Here I am with the cat

In our calm,

Waiting for the plane to land,

The cab to be taken,

The feet to walk through

The front door

To me and the cat

The cardinal singing its heart out

In the back yard.

Here we are in our utter realness

Our certainty

Our authenticity

Waiting to greet you

In yours.