If you wait

  

If you wait for her –

so you wait –

not like it’s a date.

It’s the prelude to the prom;

the dance precedes the romance.

It’s too soon

in June, for the

the cicadas to croon.

The air too still

for the porch swing

to sing.

The light fades,

a star appears

and Mars nears

to keep you company.

And still she does not ascend.

It’s not for nothing

do you wait.

Not for love nor money

will she hold you.

Nor will she scold you if

in your impatience

you turn and go back inside.

And then, there she is,

not a minute

not a second too soon.

And the moment is not

a heartbeat too late.

Oh, so aged

and full of body she is,

yellowed and deliberate of pace.

But her face is for this -

alone, or perhaps

with a human kiss.

Her light reflects blue-white

as she arcs higher and higher.

She surely cares not

for you alone.

But if you wait for her,

surely she cares.