My closed eyes wonder
have you been waiting for my call?
Are you one who waits?
One who waits to be
Are you one who anticipates hopefully
rocking chair movement, back and forth
not going anywhere
waiting to open your door
find me standing before you?
Are you willing to be the one that shows up
arms wide, inviting in
the unprotected in downpour, ghostly gale,
frosty fear anticipating rejection?
Are you willing to hear the
Are you open to the yes?
Which is more frightening?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017