The Waiting Time
I have a season for waiting
when the sun is low in the sky
and the rain doesn't stop for days
In the time of waiting
my restlessness grows like garlic bulbs
poking out of the ground
In those days of waiting
I find the other things and make plans
of the days to come
When the waiting ends
I'm ready for the sun to be high in the sky
and the rain stops for days