The Fruit of Waiting

the fruit of waiting
was not this meeting
to melt and spin
as dance of galactic spiral
simultaneously dispersed
and sucked in
like a giant breath

the fruit of waiting
was realization
of what was already known
unveiling slowly
like a languid rising sun
black to dark silver
flaming red to gold

then blinding light

of realization
that you and i were seeds
carried in each other
from the very beginning
to this end


5th november 2010

shahbano aliani