Sometimes waiting for something to happen,
a website to show a post,
a bit of news to be relayed,
a tray of cookies to finish cooking,
water to boil for tea
reminds me that at other times
I'm looking down Embudo Canyon and watching,
watching snow fall.
The flakes don't rush to the ground
nor seem able to avoid actually falling,
there is gravity afterall,
but they just are,
swinging back and forth across the sky
and I am watching them
and simply not waiting anymore.
February 9, 2010