(inspired by I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

I am waiting for silence
to descend and bathe my soul.

I am waiting to lie down on the earth
and feel the warm soil under my body.

I am waiting to be refreshed
like water running down over my parched skin

I am waiting for vibrancy
for energy to gurgle up within me.

I am waiting for pieces of my life
to come together in surprising ways.

I am waiting for NO pain in my body
to dance freely with no constraints.

I am waiting to pick up the pen
and write about what’s important to me.

I am waiting for music to again come out of me
bringing forth healing vibrations and sounds.

I am waiting to scream loudly and tear my hair
to let loose my frustrations and sorrows
wailing with the endless tragedies
of children, women, men, earth, earth’s creatures.

I am waiting
to become
more and more
of my self

step by step.

Pamela Dintaman, March 30, 2018