wait for the seed

slowly,
i become more patient
as the world spins
and the day ends.
patient enough to
plant our love
from the smallest of seeds
while
desperately wanting to
lie in the shade of a mature tree
or swing high
from the branches of
a sturdy elm, tall and green.
but in the end i'll know
that that tree isn't my own
...so i'll wait for the seed.

quietly,
i fill up the bucket with rain
to water the roots below the ground
that grow without a sound.
meanwhile, i frantically search
to find light in every day
even when i have to
pretend and put on
my hopeful face
or convince myself
not to walk away.
i patiently watch it grow
because one day this tree will be home
i will stay
i will stay
i will stay

-kayla