Wait and See

the grey one flies with the South wind

waving his sword, casting his shadow

but for all the work to make the world see

there is longing for the distance

a longing for home, a need to let go

Beware the warning signs, the fires,

the quaking of the earth, rising of the shades

for the blood explodes in the warm bays

and the ocean’s partners come ashore

here you are waiting your turn

scathing remarks run down your back

and never along, never too long

The silence will be broken and life

will grow wings.  wait and see