(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
more and more
of my self
step by step.
Pamela Dintaman, March 30, 2018