I’m not waiting for ageing or changing,
for growing,
restoring, or
the mask.

I’m not waiting for structures to collapse
and reform
and reshape
and remake
from the ruins.

I’m not waiting for the revolution
in thinking,
in acting,
in feeling,
to happen
when the walls finally fall.

I’ll dig the tunnels.

Then I’ll wait.
Wait for you
to scramble through
to greet me
then we’ll be away,
with our waiting.

© Lynn White
First published in Fragments of Chiaroscuro, July 2016

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