In Greece, Poem, 5.21.03

I lie in wait
'midst the sweet orange roses
wond'ring when you'll come.
As the hours pass
I begin to doubt
our frail bond of promises.
My sight takes over
and lifts my spirit
to walk in search of you.
I find you,
tired, haggard,
totally alone.
I step inside
to feel your thoughts:
Fear, doubt,
painful memories,
make you hesitate,
unsure if I am even there
or if I will wait
for you.
Shocked,
I rejoin my body.
Angered at first,
thinking you should always come
to me.
My emotions clear
and I see
farther than ever
before.
I push my body
up from the flower bed
as the buds open,
and I walk off toward the rising sun
to you.