Waiting

Waiting
By Karina Young
8 May 2009

I’ve been waiting
Since I was the egg
That broke open to become the bird
Since I was the bird
That dropped from my beak the seed
Since I was the seed
That nestled into the soil and grew to be the tree

I’ve been waiting
Oh how the ages have been waiting
As I’ve been waiting
To find me.

Copyright Karina A. Young

Separate poem?

I’m still waiting
Till the tree falls to the ax
Till the wood is fed to the fire
Till the ash is swept away
Till the wind picks up my powdered remains
To fly along with the breeze
And greet the skies with a kiss.
I’m still waiting.

Copyright Karina A. Young