A Song of Waiting

[eruditionfish]

Wearily waiting,
Wandering, watching
The thin, little twig twirls around and around
Attached in the centre
To a larger branch that
Marches
                 steadily
                                onwards
The massive trunk is sneaky, yet steadfast
Never budging
Yet never standing still
Moving only between glances.

Moving,
But rarely far enough.

Comments

[lotiel_vanya]

I love it, especially the first two lines.