WANTING

we are wanting,
you and I,
for something --
wanting and waiting

we are resting in our corners,
exhausted,
bruised beneath the skin,
denying the damage inflicted
by the last flurry
and waiting for someone
to tell us how to stop the onslaught,
how to find our feet
and make it through
the last round

we are looking for a miracle,
you and I,
it's perhaps the only thing we share these days,
this hoping for the sky to open,
for angels to descend
wielding sabers
to cut away our sad truth
and set us free