This winter, our month stay in Bermuda was many things. Lush comes to mind and is certainly evident in many of the photos I took (flowers, and the luscious fruit of the loquate tree).  Sitting on the porch in the warm morning sun, letting my mind wander – the idea of waiting came to mind.



she sits on the garden porch
deep purple morning glories
framed by loquat trees and palmettos
hands on her filigreed watch still
its mechanism stopped and exhausted
like her it was twisted and turned daily
eyes closed straining to see
his face in her lid covered darkness
head tipped backward upward
toward wispy clouds
imagining finger like threads
of white embraced by blue
it seemed in her mind
the perfectly timeless time
to feel his face
his hands
his breath
as the wind touched her body
and stroked her hair

3 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. OldenGray May 21, 2015 / 3:16 am

    What an elegant touch with the wind touching her body and stroking her hair! Such a beautiful piece!

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