we wait.

that’s what we do.

we wait for friday.

we wait for coffee to brew.

we wait for a phone call.

a text.

a paycheck.

a diagnosis.

we’re always telling ourselves

when…

when i get paid.

when it’s a little cooler.

when i have more time.

but…

what if…

what if this was the story.

raindrops and rainbows

dancing on the windshield.

your spouse laughing

in the next room.

your grandchild

hugging you for no reason.

the daily noise stopping,

just to highlight the wind.

maybe life

wasn’t hiding

behind “when”.

maybe

it was waiting

on us to stop

waiting on it.