Wait

There’s nothing wrong 
except being listless 
like a sail
lacking any wind 
or weeping willows 
absent of breeze
simply being here 
waiting and waiting 
for my purpose 
like clouds gathering 
on the horizon 
I bring hope 
of something else 
of something new 
of something different 
but then when 
when yet again 
when once again 
the first suggestion 
or first memory 
or first mention 
of what happened 
once before or 
even many times 
that which I 
thought just might 
never ever does
and I and 
you sit waiting 
waiting and waiting