Advent 1.6

Waiting 


I am waiting.
On benches, at the corners
of earth's waitingrooms,
by trees whose sap rises, rises
to escape in gray leaves and lose
itself in the last air.
Waiting
for who comes at last,
late, lost, the forever
longed-for, walking
not my road but crossing
the corner where I wait.


(Denise Levertov. Relearning the Alphabet. New York: New Directions, 1970. 47.)