Waiting; Waiting;

There exists a silence in the morning light,
waiting by the old creekbed,

watching for beaver with the morning star,

Oh where is messy dawn!

Green stalks clinging to blue astors,

petals glued by their yellow centers,

wet grass bending.

Oh where, where is the ruby-throated humming bird!

How can we wait another day?

 

Labyrinth, Villa Des Amis near Sag Harbor