We'll wait together

I've just pulled off the ferry,
on my way to something else,
and I see you standing there,
patient, waiting to play --
for me?
for some passing traveler?
or just for you?
Which is it?
But right now
your fingers are interlaced,
your feet crossed,
and I feel you saying
the opportunity
to sing the song
you were born to sing
has not quite yet arrived.
Ah, I think: I understand...
We'll know it when we see it,
when we feel it.
And until then, we'll wait.
Together.


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