In the Meantime

Checked the edges of the curtain 

For signs of an overnight miracle 

But saw nothing out of place 

Nor even an extra rib. 

Tried not to look disappointed 

Like a poor kid on Christmas 

Who buries his head in Mama’s arms

To spare her the sight of his tears. 

Meager motivation 

For living eagerly 

Which doesn’t hold up in court 

When judged for complicity. 

Guess in the meantime I’ll have to pretend

The gift has been bestowed 

So I won’t lose any chance 

To spontaneously advance.

And if sterility is my destiny –

The fate of a waiting wanderer –

I’ll bear fruit out of thin air 

By seeing seedlings everywhere. 

-Sam Hendrian