Lonely Hours

The cold, lifeless winter sky
with branches bare
reaching for protection
that they will not find
I sit quietly anticipating.
I let the quiet slowly
seep inside my body and brain
while the frozen earth beneath
joins with the quiet
to numb my body
and make anticipation control
my very being.
Perhaps in some future moment
contentment will consume me
I will be swallowed by a force
I am not familiar with now
and at this time
I can store peace of mind
for some later day
when the sky is hard
and the world belongs
not to me
but to lonely hours.