Dot Dot Dot
Dot Dot Dot
Dot Dot Dot
Repeats in my mind
Reminders of the waiting
and the growth
“At some point we all must leave the garden”
Damn the fruit
Damn the reaching
the wanting
sweet juice
Reaching
Wanting
No Answers
More faith
Why
How
Who
Questions
that won’t be answered
that can’t
Why
How
Who
Did She wonder
When she partook
That life means
a cycle of
reaching
wanting
quiet answers
more faith
Dot dot dot
I wait