A Pause

And suddenly he paused, Making sure his words, although simple, were in perfect order.

And in that pause,

The world peered in through the window,

Awaiting a question with every silent sigh of the trees moving across the fogged glass

And every sprinkle of rain that had latched onto our clothes.

And as God held Its breath, I listened.

I heard every drop that knocked softly on my heart

And whispered kisses into my ear.

I did not grasp,

For I knew the words would come, once ready.

And so he asked, with wonderful precision,

"Are you happy?"

And in the melodious overtones of the singing sky,

I heard behind it,

"You are ready."

2/12/23