Still Waiting
A poem by Barbara Simmons

Still Waiting

to find myself, on road trips where I’d packed everything
but myself, hoping the coastline’s incessant irregularity
could define my indefinite boundaries.  Still searching
on retreats where I’d sit cross-legged, praying my legs
not fall asleep, meditation as medication for my soul.
Still hoping for releasing myself from thinking too much
about too little, and too little about the muchness
living in my limbs.  Could I open my closed eyes
to what I’ve not wanted to see?

At my desk I reassure myself when pushing fingers
onto keys, the sounds assuring me I’m writing
something, but often something too neatly written,
not messy, sad, and sorrowful, and scarily true, what
I’ve been waiting to release,
but often find myself
still waiting,
holding onto what needs
letting go.

About the Author:

Barbara Simmons, a Boston-born Californian, graduate of Wellesley College, and The Writing Seminars of Johns Hopkins, is a retired educator. She savors life with words as ways to remember, envision, celebrate, mourn, and understand. Publications include Boston Accent, Topical Poetry, DoubleSpeak, Soul-Lit, Capsule Stories, Journal of Expressive Writing, and Bards Against Hunger Anthology.

Website:  Barbara Simmons – Poet – Offertories

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