We wait ,we wait ,we wait even a leaf does not know when it is to fall a seed also has its moment of life to grow to fail . We wait a little longer a move from being stationary to knowing then we wait again not knowing . To pause to wait to stop forever moving yet anticipating the space where we wait for words from me to you from air to lung sleep to waking,we wait. The beating heart knows anticipates the next pulse how many it may or may not have its conviction to is to live waiting for the next flow of blood. Love waits for us it passes time counting the glimpses we see of it until we wait a little less and embrace a little more .