Woman, Waiting
This is something I had previously posted on Tea and Oranges and then later removed. Why, I don’t know… But here it is again. Because this is how I’m feeling… again.
We wait for breasts to bloom and hips to soften.
We wait for the the first day of summer, the first kiss, the first date.
We wait for the first pain of the first time.
We wait for the pleasure, eternally.
We wait for our first blood, and the next, and the next.
We wait for the Moon inside us to rise… and set… and rise.
We wait for the heartbeat, the quickening, the miracle.
We wait to schedule the appointment, to summon the courage.
We wait to begin nesting… or to come to terms with relief.
We wait for fate, the thing we feared most.
We wait for the diagnosis, the bitter medicine, some sympathy.
We wait for the sun.
We wait for the pain to stop.
We wait for the lover’s letter, the midnight call, our mother’s death.
We wait for the water to boil, the cake to bake, the roses to grow.
We wait for our men to come… to us, to themselves, to reason.
We wait for them to escape… the lure of another woman, the horrors of war, their father’s shadow.
We wait for them to return from the places we can’t go.
We wait for our sons to find kindness, our daughters to find forgiveness.
We wait for love, we wait for the light.
We wait for good-bye.
We wait for the first gray hair, the next generation, the last of the blood.
We wait for wisdom, we wait for someday, we wait for death.
But for tonight, I wait right here…
In this moment, this sanctuary, this breathing center of my whole life.
Tonight, I wait for the taking, for the filling, for communion.
Tonight, I wait for the end of waiting.
Tonight, I wait for you.
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Image credit: China Hamilton
Mmmmm….pretty. !
Beautiful in its simplicity.
Devastating in its accuracy.
Terrifying in its reality.
Wow…thanks for the re-post.
Very lovely. I’m glad you reposted it.
Thanks everyone. And a warm welcome to Kaz and Jade.
Such beautiful words, Elizavetta. The phrase, ‘Eternity in a grain of sand’ comes to mind. Also your words image for me the warp and weave of life and of death…and remind me that each moment is simply now.
xx
RideFlame,
“… each moment is simply now.” Indeed.
Intellectually, I’m all about the idea of The Eternal Now. Unfortunately, living it is not as easy as simply thinking about it.
Waiting/being still/accepting what is… definitely one of my most difficult lessons!
Beautiful. This: “But for tonight I wait right here … in this moment, this sanctuary, this breathing center of my whole life.”
Yes.
Beth,
Welcome to my little place, and thank you for these kind words.
I have always joked that the “w” in woman really stands for waiting.
So much of the female life is spent waiting for something: the first kiss, the best kiss, puberty, menstruation, men, women, love, birth, reunion, death.
This was cool, thanks for sharing with us.