Waiting for the Beginning

Waiting for the Beginning

All my life
I waited
until the shadows
fell

so that light
could enter
my being.

I sought
each candle,
followed
each dawn,
and cradled
each sunset.

Sunrise
and midnight,
I made no bed,
rested no bones,
drank no water.

My Promeathean
promises
wilted
in the wind
of speculations
concerning
what love
had to offer.

At last,
I fell the depth
of all things,
starless
and starving,

and then
it was
that waiting
for the beginning
ended

and I found myself
alone
in the arms
of love.