Thoughts

Waiting

 

We wait,

Our breath rises in the breeze,

Condensing in the air like smoking chimneys-

Cheeks glowing with biting cold

Ice crystals seeming to pierce our tender lungs.

Our hair tousles and tangles,

Whips against our soft faces cruelly,

With the sudden silent sting of the cold nothingness.

 

Minds drifting,

 

We count our heartbeats in anxious agony,

That rises and falls like the pounding wind-

 

We wait,

Watching our moist breath rise, disappear;

We stare into the blackness, the unknown-

That whispers thoughts of fear.

 

We have no control.

 

Icy tingling toes and fingers fumbling,

We watch and listen in the darkness-

 

Waiting.

© HEATHER GRAY 1998