Waiting Motion

Waiting Motion

If there is no beginnings to remember

And, if there is no endings to cherish

Is there then a waiting in motion -

If dreams linger on to a long perish

Then the ticket one holds is paid for with emotion

As the train’s cars move on in locomotion

Past, present and future cars traveling in terms of relative

While the waiting motion anticipates movement

To a begin or to an end;  there is no real difference

The carousel specters stare into their circular torment

As the poignancy of the moment

Ceases to contain the revolving impermanence

No hay color en esperando

Acción es negro o es blanco

Live the spectrum at the brink; hold still the moment; wait for tilting point

And then, leap unto the nothingness where dark offers spark of light

As the unknowns may become fateful or may become a delight

Wait for it; wait for it; wait for it.... dazzling.