meaningful waiting

Looking over the desk I see a blank white wall.

It's inspiring... it says nothing. Accept, maybe,

it does, display something. Solitude. Quite light

bouncing off it... onto my desk top to cause

me a dim comfort that reflects might.

I might or might not write clarity, however, it

eventually becomes clear over time.

Tiny person next to me in her tiny desk colors

and watches tiny cartoons, only to giggle and look

at me on the silly parts. Her face and tiny giggle

make me giggle a little.

My notebook waits for my instructions for the day,

I wait on my brain to move my hand to write them.

A lot of meaningful waiting happens in this hour...

exciting thoughts for the day to come, build, and require

somewhat restraint to not smile to quickly. But it

occurs from time to time without my notice...

But as it does, my mouth, smiles, and my eyes narrow and

take in my hope from the living around me.

Not much outwardly happens at this hour, but inwardly

I spin with joy and reflection and somewhat new

perceptions reach my spirit and bring my mind into

submission. I pray not one thought of inspiration

passes my ear lobes. I wanna take it all in.