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| by Thelma Wilson Brain |
I Have Waited a Lifetime For This Moment
I have waited a lifetime for this moment.
For you to leave the fencepost by the pasture
the power lines by the road
the thermal where you glide
so close I feel the deadly strength of your grip
see the gold flecking in your eyes
know the tension between wild and willing.
It matters not at all that
this is only a dream.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018
Heavy sigh. I love this poem, the repetition of the long-line title in the first line;
ReplyDeletethe way a "small moment" takes on such immensity of purpose (isn't life about all of these moments, after all?);
the "tension between wild and willing".
What a beautiful poem, Mary Lee.