The Canyon of Wait

It is in the middle where we yearn to distance ourselves from what is

Where we long for what’s next, a cool reprieve from the longest of days

I can feel a slight narrowing of this distance, as I peer across the canyon of wait

The great chasm that separates all that I need from all that I want

There is beauty to witness beyond this impatience, and so I wait with acquiescence

Watching the sun shape-shift the canyon walls into a silent meditation, reflections of itself

While the shadows reveal the depths of what is before me

I could travel around the rim edging my way to the other side

Or I could traverse the canyon walls letting each breath take me further into the space between us

Either way, I’m compelled to settle somewhere between our edges

Between the anticipation of promise, and the sacred presence of living within the canyon of wait