I am waiting for the phone to ring,
to hear Nina sing about birds flying high,
…a sun up in the sky. I am waiting
to hear the rapid fire of your day,
what dawning of love lit in brightly
colored wedding gowns and matching
suits got snagged in the teeth of your lens.
I am waiting to hear how you touched
and retouched a new human who had
no warning of your impossible wit, or spirit,
waiting for you to carve out a second
of your day and hand it to me within
the vast limits of four sealed lines.
I am waiting to swap secrets of great shame,
sass and delight, secrets so big, only hearts
as big as ours could promise to bury them
with our skins singed in the fire of growing older,
and a little less silly.
I am waiting to claim again with you some
greatness, to lift each other out of failure & defeat
with many hard, long sermons delivered
from the valley of sisterhood, I am waiting
to hear ‘I love you. Goodnight.’
I am waiting to meet your curly-haired
offspring years from now while you dote
on my little one’s zest as if Rumi is pulling
back your ‘fro and whispering in your ear.
I am waiting for you to live for you, to leave
behind anything and everyone who thinks
they can hold or direct the secret light in your eyes.
I beg they let you see less of them and more of you.
I am waiting for you to show up and disappear,
promise and change your mind; You have become
a firefly, and I, a wistful child waiting for your
promised and indeterminable green glow.