I am waiting, with Lawrence, for a rebirth of wonder.
I am waiting, with Tolstoy, for a happy family.
I am waiting, with Emily Gibbs, for us all to wake up.
I am waiting for Clark Kent to reveal his true identity.
I am waiting, with the Brothers Grimm, to live happily ever after.
I am waiting, with Charles, for it to be only the best of times.
I am waiting, with Christy, to pick flowers in the woods with Fairlight.
I am waiting for James Bond to burst through the skylight at the last minute.
And I am waiting to be welcomed into a room of my own–where he is waiting,
“You are here”, he will say.
“Yes,” I will say.