Waiting

Sometimes we just wait, 

In the cradle of our bed, 

Embraced by darkness and despair.

We lie still then, in rushing energy

Sensing the beat of our anxious heart. 

Sometimes we just wait,

In the cradle of our body,

Patiently, the storm raging, 

And we listen until all is heard and seen,

Thoughts, worries, pain and panic dreams. 

Sometimes we just wait without grasping or wishing, 

Until our home feels safe again,

And settles, stills from deep inside,

Evolving in that river that takes us

On slow and peaceful waves to the ocean of sleep.