Anticipation Poem by W.F.D. BLCK

Thoughts emerge from the awakened mind that merge
with sensations of the body our tracks and trains.
The longer the wait only stokes the waves of fire-
bent and rippled are our desires. Emotions sky, dip
and turn in one gathered motion an ocean of opportunity
and as explorers dive. Nicely framed pictures of how
we view the outcome-fantasy to reality which will be
outdone? The pressures of what happens next invades
our sleep. Make the rush of the day blush with frosted
daydreaming. Anxieties revealed as the hours pass, seeing
not just with our eyes-memories of loss on the winds of
the past. This is the present. What will be the future?
This is anticipation.