Waiting To Be Borne Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Awakening this mind to pictures of thought crowding around,
wanting to be seen already.

Inpatient, yet quietly awaiting the focus they know will be forthcoming in a moment.

Hearing church bells ringing from a memory, not wishing to
be silent.

Unfolding ideas from under covers of nighttime, allowing
them to see the universe all around.

A universe created by intellect and imagination to take a
mind beyond the scope of daily thoughts.

Careening into a land of intellectual prowess and
intelligence, just waiting to be borne into another poem.