if there is a story here to tell i ain’t sure i know it yet

so it’s down
to this,
sitting & waiting

is patience my virtue
or just a trick to keep
me thinking?

believing it all works
out in the end,
i keep clicking

little characters
i know so well,
but I’m still slow

& so this story waits
for truth to turn so blue
that doubt hides away

for another season
or for
ever &

again, we
play on, play on,
play on

through all the cold
through all the cloud
& there it will come

sure enough like the rain
that the green follows
& we will know it

in thickness of air
in surrounding colors
by knowing the story begins